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You could have cried tears of saturated fatty joy when Pam asked you what you wanted to eat on your last night in Greeley. You could have said something easy - like a sandwich, or mac and cheese - but for God knows what reason you requested "scallops." You have no one to blame but yourself. You wondered what Pam could have in store when she put them in the oven at 1 PM...you found out six hours later when your cousin asked if he could save one to play street hockey with later.