I was choosing various chè desserts to buy when my brother called
from another city. I told him I had a hankering for chè and needed to concentrate
on my shopping. Afterwards, I stood in line to pay. The line was long and it
moved slowly. In the end, I left without buying. Months later, we got together,
my brother and I. He told me he went out to get chè after we talked. He became
hungry for it during our talk. He was the one who got to eat chè, I was the
one with the hankering. Not fair.
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