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July 16, 2015
Dorothy visits my store occasionally and pays in units of visits. She's become a friend of sorts. We have good discussions, swap stories of wayward children and how they tug at us. Invariably though, she comes with her depression. She hordes bad feelings as she hordes cats. Her cats are running her life and so are her sad emotions. All she sees is the unfairness of the world. All the atrocities. Yesterday she came in to make a sign so she could sit in front of Walmart and encourage a boycott against China products for their inhumane treatment of animals.