“I love candy sooooo much,” slurped the child, using her outdoor voice and talking to no one in particular, “even my spit tastes like candy juice.” Oh jeez. Yum-o. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk’s and she was obviously shopping for attention because she kept interrupting the clerk who was …![]()
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