When we were kids, one of our aunts got my younger brother and I hooked on pancakes. It was like a taste of heaven, and we needed more. Saturdays we terrorized mom into making us pancakes. Every Saturday. Sundays too, if we could push it. We started off reasonably, a modest five pancakes each. Later, we'd stuff our faces to see who could eat the most. We both got up to 20. Whenever there was an odd number, we'd split the last one in half. Most times, I got the bigger half. That led to a few fights.
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