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Bacon, lettuce, and tomato on Grandmother Bread. Perfection.
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I’ve been asked to be one of the honorary grand marshals in this October’s Black Walnut Festival parade. I’ll have to ride on a float. And, like, wave. At people. A lot of people. I said, “Okay, that sounds like fun.” What was I thinking? Was I possessed by a demon? Temporarily insane? I can’t do that! I’ll feel like an idiot. I’ll miss the chance to sit in the upstairs window of my cousin’s office and eat funnel cake while I watch the parade with my family. I’ll have to wear pants. The list of reasons I can’t do this goes on and on.
Clover said she’d take my place if I buy her a tiara.
Think anyone will notice the difference?
