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When my wife and I lived in Iowa, we had a neighbor who introduced herself to us right after we'd moved in with a little plastic grocery sack in her hand. We thought it was a welcoming gift, but she explained that it was cat poop she'd scooped out of her yard because she'd seen our cat pooping in her bushes. She decided to give it back.
Iowa was a very strange place.
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Living is easy with eyes closed.
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