I went downstairs for lunch. I popped a piece of pizza into the toaster, and some mashed potatoes and gravy into the microwave. As I was waiting, I got the sudden urge (one not all too uncommon to me) to have some cinnamon of my own, because yes, mom has some (mom has quite a bit), but I need some to have and to hold (until death do us a part,
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