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3. Mason's mom, a natural cook, prepared a noon-time meal for the workers in the field. As she described the meal, I began to salivate. I could smell and taste the fried chicken, ham, and country fixing. In town, I felt as if I were walking down the sidewalk with as she described the scene. The taste of the peppermint ice cream festered as visualized them enjoying the taste as they sat on the filigreed wrought iron tables at the corner drug store. While working in the restaurant, she dispensed Coke for the customers. The sound of fizzing Coke over the crushed ice was very vivid. Her choice of language puts me in the environment as she described the

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