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It's the first year my sister Jean and her husband Lee are having Thanksgiving at their new house in Maine. We had been assigned what to bring. Specific pies. Two pumpkin, two chocolate. I called my mother before we got on the road, looking for guidance. I explained to her about the pies never setting image over night and how they looked like watery puddles in the refrigerator. "Well, when I talked to image your sister image last night, her kids were yelling about chocolate pie in the background. She put Lindsay on the phone, and I asked her what her favorite kind of pie was. She said chocolate." Thanks Mom. Thanks for the encouragement. "Just stop on the way and buy some chocolate pudding mix. I'll bring my extra graham cracker crust. You can throw it together before dinner." With no supermarkets open on the holiday, we probably stop at seven or eight convenience stores in all, and not one single box of chocolate pudding to be found. The whole time Brian can't understand what could be wrong with throwing our hands up in the air.
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