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| Hot out of the fryer |
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| Even when it's yummy, he never seems to enjoy eating |
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| Making their selections |
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| The pumpkin bottles were the best part |
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| Feeding the ducks with Papa and Uncle Sandy |
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| Yeah, that red coat would have never worked |
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| Avery goofing around |
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| Taking a turn feeding the ducks |
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| Pumpkin bottle! |
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| They are like moths to a flame for Auntie Sarah |
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| Viv chatting with Aunt Doreen |
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| She must have been telling a great story |
Our first adventure in Detroit was going to the Franklin Cider Mill. Scott and Sarah have been going here since they were children, and Scott had taken me before we had children. Great Aunt Doreen and Great Uncle Sandy joined us for donuts and cider.














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