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I took off one of my cancer-causing gloves to try on one of Wendy’s gloves. It weighed about 5 pounds, and was such a tight fit, and so warm, when I wedged my hand inside I complained to Wend that it felt like I’d plunged my hand into a goat’s intestines. She left me. All by myself to look at another breathtaking array of Canadian (aka BETTER) candy.


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Wendy: “The mini York Peppermint Patty may now be my favorite candy.”

┬áMe: “NO.”

Wendy: “The min…

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Wendy says…

Wendy says...

…she’s going to go thru sugar withdrawal when I go home.

My work here is done.