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Beneath hair dryers, Betsy nudges Mary - something about that new lady who moved into town. No way! Gasps of shock, absolute incredulity, resonate like incessant echoes. Phone lines buzz, thrumming with life. Do you know ...? Couldn't believe it myself. Impossible! How so? Barbara heard ... Good Lord alive! Word is ... Rumor mills churning as eyes dart furtive glances once she steps foot on their street. Walking, head held high ignoring curious stares, orders milk and some beef; payment in cash. Wonders never cease. "Didn't think I'd see the day." Old Marcus chews then spits. "When a Negro comes here to stay." Word Count: 100
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