Growing up in Grand Rapids, Michigan, there was this great little candy shop called Sweetland Candies not far from our house. My best friend and I used to hop on our bikes and ride down the street, and then turn and all the way up the next street, which ended in a hill, to see Sweetland's sitting atop that hill. And across a busy street. Like, a really busy street... a main thorough-fare. And while we rode our bikes all over that town (or so it seemed at the time), we didn't often venture across Plainfield.
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