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A Day Away

My guy took me away for a day to have lunch at one of our favorite deli places. This was a real treat for me.

We then drove on to the candy outlet where I buy the sugarfree candy I can have, much of which isn't even sold in stores around our home. Hansel and Gretel would love this place.

On our way home the alternator on my car decided to die and we were stuck for a while(I didn't take pictures of this disaster.) I took refuge inside a nearby drugstore for a while to keep my candy from melting.

I had a lot of candy to save, too, as you can see. We only go to the outlet once or twice a year, so I buy our favorites in bulk.

Anyway, while we were waiting for the tow truck so many people stopped to offer to help us we were truly stunned. Even the tow truck driver was super nice, and we had a great talk with him on the way home. The candy survived without melting as well. So all in all an interesting day away that restored a little of my faith in humanity.

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