I had bought a Duran Duran shirt in 2002 and had been wearing it up until last year. Last year I realized it was too worn out so I decided to throw it in one of those salvation army boxes. On one weekend after I finished my grocery shopping I spotted a salvation army box next to the Shoprite I was at and so threw the shirt in there. It was a very unique shirt, not one that you could buy in a store but either at a concert or directly from the band's website (which is what I had done). The following week I spotted an employee in Shoprite wearing it. I know she was an employee because although not in uniform she was sitting in an employee-only section in their break section. There is no way that they had emptied the box this quick and distributed its contents. I'm guessing she just reached in and took it it out herself.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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