At the grocery store last night James felt nostalgic for a box of his childhood cereal… after a bit of “ugh, that’s so gross!” and “well you just think that because your mom was a cereal nazi!” exchange I said fine, put it in the cart.
This morning I was looking over the receipt (I enter [...]
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