“Put more Parmesan cheese on it, Raud,” Fleegle says as I grate a block of it over the two slices of pizza on my plate. “Don’t hold back. Parmesan really completes the flavor. Go on, keep grating.”
“You’re drooling again,” I say.
Fleegle eyes the block of cheese. “That’s a smart move, buying that fresh block of Parmesan. It’s the best, far better than that sawdust in the green tube.”
“You would know. You stole the tube off the counter.”
“It’s not stealing when you leave it out free for the taking, though the cardboard was almost better tasting than the cheese like substance inside it.”
“But it sure did soak up the drool.”
He nose bumps my leg. “You drool too, you know.”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do. Go look at your pillow. You must dream of Parmesan in your sleep. I know I do, but the fresh stuff, not the tube stuff.”
Raud Kennedy 
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