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| The store was transported from New Orleans, I swear. It was right around the corner from where I lived. See the window with the snowballs on 'em?, That's where you got 'em. My favorite flavor, cherry red. I would go inside and the butcher would cut us a slice of ham, hand it to us and we'd eat up. Get a giant red hot for a two cents and head out on the bikes. Go anywhere we wanted on the bicycles or if we had seven cents, we'd go anywhere in the city. Wait, this is Morgan City. Yes. |
| This is a neighborhood store. Bait? Why yea, water is everywhere. You can walk to a place to fish. |
| Need some coon meat? |
| Too late for the "Mardi Gras Specials". A person would have no reason to go to another store. It's all here, the staples of Louisiana Life. "Cold Singles". I just got goose bumps. |
| I guess the place is called Catfish Corner. Something Else. We're headed to Four Mile Bayou. I almost shut it down right here, went inside and died of consumption. The sacrifices I make for this dumb rag. Ok, let's go. |
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