Crumb and get it

In Virginia while mom and I were trying to find a hotel room that first night, we passed at cookie shop called ‘Crumb and Get It.’
And in Oklahoma entering the city limits, you’re still 22 miles out from downtown. Three anthracite crows pow-wowed in a grassy median. ‘I wonder what they are plotting?’ mom asked. Suspicious animals alone are instigators. Suspicious animals together are revolutions.
It’s possible word has reached them from Virginia.

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