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Bath Salts in the Wound
How a Plague of Ladybug Attractant Ravaged Roanoke, Virginia
Few places were as primed for the plague of bath salts as the Southeast neighborhood of Roanoke, Virginia. Before long, buyers swarmed the tobacco stores that carried it. Salt users would show up at a retailer five or six times a day. The lines were longer than a food bank or a Wal-Mart. Full story
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