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There
was a counter covered with glass and all manner and kinds of sweets
such as we had never seen. Candy, my father told us, grinning.
This is what we call candy in America. We were even allowed to
select the kind we wanted. I selected some little round cream-filled
chocolates which tasted like nothing I had ever eaten before.
The only candy I knew was confetti, which we had on feast days
or from the pocket of my uncle, the priest, on some special occasion.
Leonard
Covello, The Heart is the Teacher, 23
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