190th and St. Nicholas. The root of my awkward smile, my sweaty palm and unsteady step. It was in that candy store that I spent my weekly allowances on Sixlets and Nerds and used them to subscribe to the believability that if I gave someone candy, they’d give back camaraderie. Of course, it never worked. At the end of the day, they had eaten all my candy and I was left broke.
More than a decade later, the candy store is still open and nothing has changed.
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I learned young that giving sweets for friendships or companionship was as empty as a seashell. And eventually, you find people who’ll refuse the offer, and love you anyway. And you love them all the more because of it.
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