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Dean closed his eyes and just inhaled the aroma of fresh made pancakes. None of that fresh fruit on top for him, oh no. He opened his eyes and grabbed the small pitcher of syrup and poured it all over his food until a waterfall of sugary goodness was there. He had a little pancake with his syrup. Next to him was a small plate of fried bacon. Everything tasted better with bacon. Everything!
"That's what I'm talkin' about." He cut into the food and forked a big bite. Dean was in heaven.
"That's what I'm talkin' about." He cut into the food and forked a big bite. Dean was in heaven.