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Sometimes I wish there was a Western Beef in Georgia.

It’s odd but I can remember the smell of that place. My grandmother and I would go there before a cookout and buy things. It’s one of my earliest memories in fact. I remember one time we were there and my sister had asked me to get in a shopping cart so she could push me around. Needless to say the cart fell over and there was some crying on my part.

If only I could be in a Western Beef once more it was so happy there.

There’s nothing you can find, that can not be found.

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