The doors swung open as we entered… all by themselves, and we thought that was some sort of magic. And it was… seeing that, hanging out with Ma and hoping for a toy. Then at the checkout we eased the glaring boxes to the front, afraid that mom would run out of money before the cashier got to them. And couldn’t wait to find what kind of prizes were inside. Maybe a tattoo, though they never worked on me because I over licked my arms and the design always appeared blurry, but anyway we thought we were getting over. But now we realize Mom let us have our way, at least for two boxes of Cracker Jacks.
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