The Giants live on vicariously through their stadium cotton candy. Yes, I am still eating my game night taste sensation. It approached six dollars for these resilient puffs, so I'm determined to get my money's worth. Like one of those second grade assignments where you send your flattened figurine out in the world, collecting virtual "wish you were here" postcards, I'll offer my shrinking spun sugar the best vistas of what's left. Cotton candy and salt mist don't mix.
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