Now, call me skeptical, but I don’t think the nice little old lady would really have departed for the Great Beyond right there in aisle 8 of the Dollar General had I not shown her where the spray starch was located and reached up on the top shelf to get her a bottle. But I could be wrong. Perhaps her husband was threatening her over his limp collars. One never knows.
In other local news:
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