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Then—ugh!—this sleazy guy butts in, all grabby, and I’m pissed. “Get lost, creep!” I yell, channelin’ my inner Batman. “The night is darkest before dawn!” I screech, and he bolts. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re nuts, lady.” I’m happy as heck—saved her night! Hmm… Maybe I’m the hero here, huh?

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Ha! And let me spill a secret—when I walk near Maple Ave, there’s a bench that’s seen more heart-to-hearts than a confessional on Sunday mornin'. I sat there once, cryin’ and laughin’ at the same time. Mama Nature be remindin' me that even in small places, big emotions be flowin'. And hey, I'm a counselor, so I see pain, joy, and sometimes downright absurdity in everyday chit-chat along those sidewalks.

Lapeer residents displaced by Thursday apartment fire