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I cried at the grocery store last night. As I was pushing my cart ahead of me and verbally corralling my two children behind, I met on the roadway, so to speak, in the bread/deli cooler aisle, a small woman in her 50’s with a basket dangling from her arm that was closest to me. Her taller, 20-something blind son had an arm laced through her other arm. H…
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