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			 I mean, we’ve all heard most of Windy Wilson’s 
			stories, and the radio and the television stations are in a much 
			bigger town. 
 But once in a while, we have Willoughby. I think Dud passed him on 
			the highway before he got here and phoned Doc down at the Mule Barn 
			coffee shop. The entertainment alarm went off more loudly than the 
			tornado siren, and in five minutes flat, we were down at the grocery 
			store, waiting on the latest sales spiel Willoughby might bring.
 
 Our favorite so far was the artificial seafood with a shelf life 
			longer than written memory, but we were counting on Willoughby to 
			come up with something new and terrific. He didn’t disappoint.
 
 When he grinned and waved and leaped out of his car, we gasped. Blue 
			hair. Now Willoughby normally had brown hair mixed with gray, a 
			natural look for a middle-aged man. But blue hair?
 
			
			 
			We got inside the grocery store quicker than Willoughby. Annette 
			looked up from the cash register at today’s audience and smiled. 
			“Willoughby?” Of course, we said.
 Then here he came, necktie and all, with his sample case.
 
 “Annette,” he said, “you know we need to keep up with the times, and 
			that’s why I brought you this new age-reversal product called Fall 
			Back. Yes, ma’am, in this kit is the answer to sweeping away the 
			years and returning to that look we had when we were back in school
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			 “Inside this modestly-priced kit 
			are hair colors that will mark you as being hip … you know … with 
			it? Blue, green, purple, all the good colors. And then we have this 
			…”
 And he pulled out something that 
			looked like tweezers on steroids. 
 “Annette,” said Willoughby, “your customers can bypass all that 
			costly care by doing things for themselves. Yes, this is the 
			combination tattoo needle and piercing clamp. All in one..”
 
 “Willoughby,” Annette said, “how many times did you have blue hair 
			when you were in school?”
 
 “Well …”
 
 “And trot out your tattoos and piercings for us, too,” said Doc.
 
 Willoughby looked like someone just stepped on his pet frog.
 
 “I can give you a really good price on this kit, anyway.”
 
 Doc nodded and whispered. “I’m sure he can.”
 [Text from file received from 
			Slim Randles] 
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