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Someone left a yoga student on Mrs. Clearwhistle's front stoop. The student was tangled up and couldn't get undone from himself. She recognized him; it was Earl Slabodne. He lives up on the north edge of town. Mrs. Clearwhistle poured some olive oil on Earle, and he slipped right out; she called Mrs. Slabodne, who said to send him home. Mrs. Clearwhistle did, and she didn't charge for the olive oil.