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December 6, 2012
As a child, I always loved going to my best friend’s house because her parents would take us out to eat for every meal. I knew that spending the night at her house meant we were going to wake up, go to the local deli where I would order a massive ham and cheese omelette, eat it all, and then drive across the street to get a Starbucks frappuccino (of course I would drink the whole thing). For lunch, we might have McDonald’s or Taco Bell, and we would always grab an ice cream cone before they dropped me back off at home. Going home after being treated like such perceived royalty was always...