I grew up in an era where hanging at the mall was a regular weekend activity. Lingering in the food court was as natural as sampling lip gloss flavors in the department store. My sister and I would always get double scoop cones at the end of the day and our mom would wonder out loud why we weren’t hungry for supper.
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