Mary said I don't get any pie until we find some tapioca. For some reason there's been a shortage of it, and we haven't been able to find any. But yesterday I was roaming around, lost, in a grocery story and saw some on the shelf. You've never seen a man's hand reach so fast as I snatched a package of it and threw it in my cart. Good for her word, here is a beautiful blueberry pie cooling on the countertop.
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