...one warm, wonderful, star-lit night in early fall,
we were all sitting around the campfire roasting marshmallows and making those
gooey, sticky, messy S'mores. When my sister said,
"You know, S'mores aren't really all that
good."
Time stopped.
Stunned silence.
Blasphemy!
But she was right. It was true. For generations
everyone had secretly thought it - but no one had ever dared SAY it!
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