couple of years ago, one wonderfully warm, star-lit, fall night, we were all sitting around the campfire up at the cabin 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 seemed to stop in a moment of 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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