every couple of sundays, my old summer camp used to offer mile-long treks to the nearest candy store. it wasn't an especially scenic trip and the route stuck to highway scrub and asphalt, but at the end of it was a tiny street of faded prettiness and novelty shops set up inside colonial-looking houses and, best of all, a fucking gorgeous dollar-and
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kids are evil.
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*hugs it and trochy with huge bear-like arms*
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*returns hug*
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