While my mother shopped at Curly's, my favorite (maybe I mean compulsive) pass time was to sort & stack the JELL-O boxes. I really, really loved doing that.
I did.
Really.
Anyway, fifty years later, I'm generally not so concerned with stacking & sorting, but there's a tidy part of my JELL-O box brain that would be really, really happy if I could send out another round of 100 pockets.
This is weird, right?
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