I got another e-mail from my mother this week:
Last Sunday, 7am, Dad went to [the local party store] to get the Sunday paper. One of the cashiers was trying to dislodge a bird from a niche in the breezway............she was poking at it with the barrell [sic] of one of the rifles that [the owner] has for sale. Only in [the very small town 5 min. south of our house].
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