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Resting on heating pads and there's a knock at the door. It's a neighbor - "why aren't your boys out at the neighborhood picnic?" I didn't actually know there was one, but I explained that I was ill...and "Y'all need some fried chicken!" was her response.

We now have two paper plates, two bags of chips, a plate of fried chicken, and a plate of hamburgers.

I love my neighborhood.