The waitress handed us our milkshakes, each piled high with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry on top.
Sam had ordered a cotton candy milkshake that sounded too sickly sweet to be good. I took a bite of my chocolate banana malt as I watched Grandma hand her cherry to Grandpa. Their eyes connected and Grandpa smiled. He grabbed his own cherry and hande…
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