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Originally Posted by justabeachbrat
Then, I open the box from my sister's friend. 
Cheese balls. Cheese. Candy. Beef sticks.
I remember cheese. A favorite food.
I don't know where she bought the assortment, so it can't go back.
I'll eat the wheat crackers, maybe sneak a little bit of nutty cheese, and give the rest to my neighbor who is planning a big New Year's bash with his buddies.
Cheese.
sigh. |
Just a suggestion. I pass a lot of homeless people between the bus stop and my workplace. I have, from time to time, dropped off one of these boxes to one of them. You would be surprised how much they appreciate even an apple.