Tammy sat down at the dinner table almost drooling at the smell of the roast chicken her mother had prepared. she leaned forward to get a better whiff and released a big fart that made her chair vibrate slightly.
"What's with you? you always get this way when mom makes chicken." Tammy looked up from the food to look at who was talking to her it was.
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