When I got to the neighbor's house for Christmas dinner today, the neighbor was out, looking after the cattle, but his wife was in the kitchen, sitting at the table, going through a large bag of transparent tan-colored pharmaceutical bottles, taking out their contents and carefully putting a pill each into different compartments of two plastic boxes (which looked as if fishing-tackle boxes). Auntie had arrived under the cover of darkness the previous night, but was still sleeping. I looked at a couple of bottles, paid for by the hard-pressed taxpayers of Missouri, but being unfamiliar with pharmaceutical drugs, saw...
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