I hate flash backs…

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I hate flash backs or Sunday daydreams.  I still get them. I just pressed my finger against some leftover fried shrimp crumbs on a large frying pan. The flash was intense.  It was back in the 70s. My best friend Lynn and I use to go to H. Salt Fish & Chips. We would walk or ride our bikes to Ventura and De Soto for a couple of containers of left over fish crumbs. It came free with a coke as a necessary cure for the munchies; because our eyes were as red as the H. Salt Fish & Chips sign. The salt and vinegar fumes mingled with constant vibrating laughter of our speaking in tongues by a couple of silly valley girls about 14 or 15 years old.

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