Please Pass the Toothpicks!

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On Sundays after church, my brother and I hopped into Dad’s car to go straight home while Mom drove the van over to the grocery store. We had enough time to change out of our dressy clothes and pull on fuzzy slippers, but as soon as we heard the rattle of the garage door, we knew to run out and lug in the big paper bags from the trunk.

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