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"excuse me, sir?" asked the young amish gentleman walking into my convenience store. "where pray tell is the cornflour?" I pointed it out on the back shelf, just next to the bisquick. "and also if I may," he asked, "where might I find the blackstrap molasses?" since it was right by the cash register, I pulled it off the shelf and set it on the counter. "and lastly," he said, consulting a list, "where is the enriched uranium?" "what?" I asked "what?" he replied, looking up sharply "you just said . . . " "no I didn't," he snapped. "I said rhubarb."
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