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“As they wove their way through the crowded street, they passed numerous barbecue tents, the focus of the festival, after all. Inside the tents, the barbecue sandwiches were made in an assembly line. Sauce, no sauce? Coleslaw on your sandwich? Want hush puppies in a cup with that? The sandwiches could be seen in the hands of every other person on the street, half-wrapped in foil. There were also tents selling pork rinds and boiled corn on the cob, chicken on a stick and brats, and, of course, funnel cakes.”

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Book:The Girl Who Chased the Moon
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The Girl Who Chased the Moon

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Sarah Addison Allen
Sarah Addison Allen

Sarah Addison Allen is an American author born in 1971. Her works are known for their fantasy and romance elements, which have won the hearts of readers. more

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