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Twenty years ago, Linda Evans used to frequent a store/pharmacy/old fashioned soda fountain that I worked at. I made her a tuna sandwich each time. She had a home nearby, at a place called Medera Estates. Once, she asked me where to find cleaning supplies for a new house like brooms and mops. I gave her directions to Fred Meyers, thinking it was odd that she didn't know where one was. I mean, she had lived nearby for alot longer than I had worked there. Quiet voice, somewhat easy going but seemed almost a little shy or reserved. Like people had to talk to her first, but then she was sweet and quick to smile. She came in sometimes with another lady, a bit younger than she. My boss said that was her guru, and she was also her ex-husband's daughter. I did not recognize that woman but her father's name was familiar.
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