“Christie, where did you put the bag of ice?” I asked, as I brought in the armload of soft drinks. Another party. You might think it was strenuous, hosting parties at least once a month, but as stressful as it was, the party always relieved more stress than it caused, so I was always willing to do it. I put the groceries down, all the bags full of soft drinks of various kinds, and Greg, my close friend, came in with the snacks. About every kind of chip, pretzel, and beef snack I could think of....
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