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Trevor handed her two tens. “Keep the change. And put me down for a copy too. But don’t tell my boss.” “Eighteen dollars,” Myra said

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Earlene laughed so hard she spilled her tea. Then she picked up her pencil and circled the blue heeler again. Somebody in Yazoo City was missing that dog. And in the pages of the Mississippi Market Bulletin , even lost things had a way of finding their way home. Would you like a shorter or more factual version, such as a mock how-to guide or a newsletter-style piece?