This weekend I'm visiting my sister's family in Arkansas, epicenter of Wal-Mart in the United States.
The accent here is as contagious as herpes.
After one day here, I'm afraid I'm already talking like them.
By tomorrow, I'll probably be driving a car like this:

Help me. 

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