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Goodwill: An Introspective

I’ll just go ahead and get out my feelings on Goodwill (the store, not the general feeling of love we have for each other) in the very first thought: it’s like an endless field of bacon.  Smothered in cheese.  Now, as soon as you come back from your pork-flavored daydream, I’ll tell you why.  I’ll wait.  A field of bacon smothered in cheese is no laughing matter. 

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