"I'm hungry," she said. "You never do the cooking."
"I'm tired," I said.
"You're always tired," she said. "Why are you always tired? What have you been eating?"
"Nothing," I said.
"Nothing. You eat nothing and you're always tired. That's ironic," she said. "I can't wait. I'm eating now."
"Fine," I said. "You can have the Irony Bread."
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