The Ghost of WalMart

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Saturday, 27 July 2013

I hate to say it but I used to be one of the greediest people on the planet.

It began when I was a kid and set up my own lemonade stand and used some watery kool aid that I squirted a little lemon juice in and acted like I could never make change so that grown-ups would wind up paying me a $1.00 for a glass.

Even the glass was the thickest one I could find. Plus I located near a busy place so it didn't matter if they came back for another glass of my lemonade or not.

Then, in the middle of the night, a ghost woke me up and told me his name was Walton and he was dragging a chain-store behind him.

-I.B. Moleturd

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