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At Andyís Deli ĎBout lost my mind when I didnít see the usual. Where the pies at? I asked the cute, East Indian man Standing behind the counter. We sold out, he said. I didnít know Hostess Apple Pies were so popular Among the masses of Greenwich villagers. He knows how much I like my real fruit filling, The preservatives and artificial flavors. My world ainít nothiní but a flaky crust, A cream-filled Twinkie. Gotta get somethiní. My sweet tooth is killiní me. Whatís it going to be: Snowballs? Ho Hoís? Zingers? Crumb Coffee Cakes? None of this I like. Wait, this look good: Coconut Crunch Donut Delites. Six in a row. Iíll take these, I told the clerk. Place two quarters in his hand. Pull open the wrapper, Took the first one out for a taste test, And right then I knew, this was the last snack cake That was going to take the place of my everyday routine.
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