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some candles. We just might lose the juice, you know. That happened two years ago, the day after Thanksgiving.' |
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'Your mom and dad would have to eat in the dark.' |
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'Ooo, yuck, they might come home early and ruin our fun.' |
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'Maybe while we've still got juice we should make the popcorn.' |
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Kara frowned upward for a moment as if deep in thought. Then she snapped her fingers. 'Hey, I've got it! Let's make some popcorn!' |
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Kara pressed a button on the remote to shut off the tape of her birthday party, and a regular show appeared on the television. She bounded off the sofa. Denise followed her through the dining room to the kitchen. |
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There, Kara rushed around gathering the popper, the plastic bowl, a measuring cup, popcorn and oil and butter and salt. She arranged them all on the counter, plugged in the cord, dribbled oil into the pot, and dropped in three kernels. |
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'That should be enough for you,' Denise said. 'But what about me?' |
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'We need to wait for these to pop so we know the oil's ready and . . . Oh, right. As if you didn't know. Honestly, you're as bad as my dad. Come with me.' |
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'Where to?' Denise asked, following her from the kitchen. |
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'I've gotta ride the porcelain trolley.' |
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