I drove to the Rutland Plaza and every time I went there, I felt like I was taken to some alternate dimension.
There were all these big box stores just like back home, but the environment here clashed with all those historic and homey mom and pop establishments that were still within view of this city of almost twenty-thousand people.
It even had a certain shop with Arkansas roots that many people from this state considered to be the devil for driving small businesses away. Some woodchucks (native Vermonters) told me that they can count how many of those stores are in the Green Mountain State with just one hand.
Just wow.
I moseyed on over to the Yogurt City which was right next to the local movie theater and a certain salon.
There she was waiting inside with a few notebooks.
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