Ed King So, this one guy is looking through the sample copy of 'Alternative Facts' and he looks at the sign and he says, "You sellin' these for twenty-seven cents each?!" And I say, "No, that's twenty-seven DOLLARS." And he gets a shocked look on his face and mumbles something and quickly puts the book back in the bin. I guess he was disappointed because for a second there he thought he was really gonna get the buy of a lifetime!


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