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Soggy Manna: thoughts on puddles and provision

It was Thursday. I pushed a wet cart through crowded aisles.  There were children everywhere, grabbing items off shelves, poking each other, petitioning to visit the toy department.  They were all my children, of course, so I mostly tried to ignore them.  Maybe if I pretended I hadn’t heard another request to visit the bathroom they would forget they had to go.  Maybe they would decide it wasn’t worth asking for the 397th time if we could go back to the chip aisle that we had (somehow) bypassed to stock up on Cheetos.  Maybe the baby would fall back asleep until after we checked out.  Maybe this hadn’t been the brightest idea to go shopping with the crew on a rainy school day. But I’d been w

 

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