Eric Raptosh Photography/Getty ImagesI never thought a Wetzel Pretzel could make me cry. But on a Friday night, the smell of melted butter on warm bread hit me like a memory, and I found myself texting a childhood friend: Oh my gosh, I’m at the mall with my kids and their friends, and I keep getting flashbacks to me and you romping around here for hours when we were their age. A few weeks earlier, my kids, 12 and 7, told me that all they wanted for their birthdays was to each invite a friend on a shopping spree at the indoor shopping center about 20 minutes from our house. I promised them $30...
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