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Myra slid the metal recipe box toward him. “These are my people,” she said.

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Earlene Frazier had never owned a computer, and she intended to keep it that way. Her phone was a flip model from the Obama administration, and the only screen she stared at longer than five minutes was the one on her kitchen television, tuned to the weather radar.

“How much for a one-year paper subscription?” he asked.