theManWithaMagicMind

"Gaw, how much longer until we get there?" Juli whined, slumping back in the car seat.  Mimi and Connie groaned in the seats before her, shaking their heads in perfect sync. "Juli," Mimi scolded, turning back. "If you didn't ask that twelve times an hour, maybe we wouldn't make you sit in the back, hm?" Juli huffed grumpily and folded her arms.  Road trips.  Bah, who needed them?  All there was was a bunch of truck stops and a sticky seat.  That and Connie's taste in music.  Country was only so good until you heard "Proud to be a Coal Miner's Daughter" for the tenth time in a single day. "Well, have we got anything to eat?" she moaned mise

The Sinful Sweets Factory was the crowning pride and glory of Macy’s little town.  It was where young people went for jobs, old people went to reminisce about dates and parties from when they were young people (most occasions were catered by the factory), and everybody else went to satisfy their sweet tooths.  The chocolate eclairs, the cream puffs, the blueberry pies, the strawberry shortcakes, the peanut butter cookies, the apple streudel; nothing that came out of the factory failed to impress.  The only factor rescuing the town from gorging itself on a constant diet of the Sinful Sweets was the highly filling property of their foods.