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…r wasn’t always bad. Because we didn’t get to go out to dinner frequently, it was more of a treat when we actually went. Trips to McDonald’s meant more because they were rare. The Hostess Bakery thrift store allowed my mother to bring home treats that we loved, even if the fruit pies were a bit hard on the ends.
The Mouthy Renegade Writer
Aslynn Roe 🐈
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