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Open 24 hours
1131 W State St, Belding
Convenience Stores
“I do like this gas station they have just about anything you could need in an emergency took the situation if the stores are closed or whatever the situation may be however the employees could be a little bit kinder.”
“reasonably priced items. vapes are a little cheaper here than anywhere around. the alcohol selection is a pretty decent selection. they have really cool stuff like fancy bottles of alcohol like bottles in the shape of a shotgun and they have fancy guitar bottles. I'm sure they have different, awesome stuff all the time. I found that usually if I'm looking for something new like vapes or drinks, I can almost always count on them to have it. Overall, this place is a great little town store that I love to go to and I would recommend it to anyone. Friendly employees, great prices and items that are hard to find around the area.”
“I prefer Marathon or Mobile gas,, due to both American companies, that use American oil, not from foreign countries. And ,, get Way better gas mileage from both.”
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“A creak of wood, a heavy door,
The heart of town, the General Store.
Inside, the scent of brine and pine,
Where dusty rows of bottles shine.
Grant leans against the counter's edge,
A silent man of solemn pledge.
His pockets hold a silver dime,
A small reprieve from war and time.
The barrel yields a salted treat,
A refuge from the muddy street.
The dry goods stacked in neat array,
Watch the general drift away.
He seeks no map or battle plan,
Just sugar, flour, and a frying pan.
Between the jars of peppermint,
The sparks of quiet memories glint.
The shelves are filled with simple life,
Far from the cannon’s roar and strife.
He buys a tin of bitter tea,
A ghost of what he used to be.
The merchant nods, the scale tips low,
While winter winds begin to blow.
A hero’s coat, a common trade,
In shadows where the light has strayed.
Behind the glass, the lanterns glow,
Reflecting seeds he meant to sow.
Grant counts the change with steady hand,
A peaceful soul in weary land.
He steps back out into the night,
Beyond the range of candle light.
The shop remains, a sturdy shore,
Within the walls of General Store.”