“I don’t go to the Acme anymore,” said my Aunt Fran to my mother, while I was lounging on the sofa, letting them have a nice visit. “They’re too dear.” I raised my head and furrowed my brows. What on earth? She repeated that same judgment. “I used to go there for the butcher’s shop, and they’re just too dear.”
I tell you, my good reader, I was at le…
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