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Running Down Old Men In the Grocery Store before/after Today in the grocery store, I walked down the pet supplies aisle with my cart, and I spotted a skinny old man walking, bewildered, fearful. I hunched down on my cart and aimed for him, picking up speed, laughing quietly a maniacal laugh. He looked around, the fear was in his eyes. And he stepped to the far side of the aisle away from me. We made eye contact. I stood up and properly walked my cart towards the pet supplies. "Merry Christmas," I said. He had nothing to say.
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