There are many truisms about living in rural America. One, once you are on the Red Cross blood donor list, the agency will hound you every three months like Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula. “WE NEED YOUR BLOOD NOOOOOOW! WE WILL BRING A NEEDLE AND BAG TO YOUR OFFICE!” Two, once you give money to or donate items for a fundraiser (enter the fundraiser of your choice here), it takes death, or at least an act of Congress, to remove you from that organization’s calling tree.
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