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It was a chilly week in Lake Wobegon — driving folks in from the porches. On Wednesday, neighbors watched Mrs. Waldorf dash out of the house carrying her suitcase. Mr. Waldorf was on her heels trying to get her to stop. She wouldn’t come back in so he jumped in the passenger seat of the Plymouth.
Mrs. Tollefson was watching the ordeal, and after…
