This pure fudge my mom used to make. At the time I first ate it, I thought it was the best thing I had ever tasted. It was very rich, and it was the perfect consistency, so that it would melt on the tongue.
On my birthday, my mom always made a big pan of fudge. I would take it to school. There, I would share it with my class. It was enjoyable for me. Kids in my class always looked forward to the treat I would bring on my birthday.
Things We Forget 
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