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the charge later and probably comment about the expense.
Mrs. Suzanne from next door was in line behind me with a single bag of coffee and some muffins.
“Having a big dinner this year?” she asked, eyeing my overflowing cart with concern.
“Thanksgiving for thirty-two,” I replied, trying to sound casual about it.
Her eyes widened.
“Thirty-two? By yourself?continue reading …
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