I get sentimental about bologna, a childhood staple I gave it up when I became an adult. Recently I bought a package, and was surprised by how much I enjoy it. I don’t think I’ll be slapping it between two slices of white bread with ketchup, but I still like it straight-up. I might even fry it the way Mom used to. It’s funny the things you want for little reason.
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