Fig Newton’s still rockin’
Mandy Flynn
The memory took me by surprise.
Was it the smell, sweet and fruity … or maybe the bright yellow of the package on the seat next to me? Whatever it was that triggered my strong recollection made me sing. Okay, so maybe not sing so much as belt out awkwardly … and loudly …
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