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The Express Lane By Jack Rawlins A white-haired gentleman with a pleasant smile wrestled the overflowing cart from the mathematically-challenged lady’s grasp. With a smooth shove, he propelled it into the produce aisle where it toppled into the rutabaga display. Others in the express lane--all with twelve items or less--applauded as he calmly resumed his place in the line. ###
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