It probably says weird things about me that upon finding the door to my car left ajar, opening to find the change holder had been emptied out, that I was actually disappointed that the radio was still there
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I walked out of the small store. Clutching the brown paper bag. Which held a thing I knew was not at all good for me. But the urge for it grew I could not resist the call Home is to where I fled Past any judging eye. Until at last: dark chocolate fudge was eaten!