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me, and I find my self cheerfully smiling as I pick up a bag. I eat them on the way home--potato chips and quiche, breakfast of champions.
Now I am upstairs in our room, reclined in my recliner chair with the blow- up pillow behind the small of my back and my legs propped up on the bed. I decide to write a book. This is it.
