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“So you're doing your fried chicken, Alice?" "No, ma'am, I'm doing your fried chicken. It's time to bring back the original recipe to the Lantern," Alice said. "I love that idea," I said. Tradition always markets well in the South.”

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Book:My Magnolia Summer
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