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“You’re right; somehow the fries taste like cardboard without it,” she shifted as the waitress came to take their order, rattling off an addition of coke and a cheeseburger along with the fries, and turned her attention back to Chissy. “Is that something people think about? Or is that just something you think about because you did it with you mom?” Chandler was closer to her mom, admittedly, but she definitely didn’t think like that.. “God, do I understand. My dad keeps hovering at the pharmacy even though I’ve told him that I’ve got it.”
“They do.” Chrissy agreed with a smile. It was part of small town charm, she supposed, to do the same things over and over and never get bored with them. “Its something I think about. I like to think about the future, and my kids, and stuff like that. It seems hopeful, doesn’t it? To imagine a future where children pick fruit from trees?” She shrugged. “Better than imagining the darkness of life.” She sipped her iced tea and laughed a little. “One day they’ll have to let us have the reigns, at least.”















