My daughter gave me a sucker for Valentine’s Day.
A sucker is what I call a lollipop. It’s not as good of a word for what it is, but, I guess, it’s what I’m used to.
This sucker is red, heart-shaped, with a cartoon cowboy grinning big. It has a cellophane wrapper that is stuck to the candy.
I rip off the cellophane and it splits in two. I throw it away and think, this isn’t going to taste that good to me. Not anymore, not now that I’m forty years old.
But, it does taste good. It tastes so good, and for one second, I’m 7-year-old Clark again.
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