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Never went thru with it, tho—chickened out, big time! Drove off, yellin’, “Marge’d skin me alive!” Candy waved, shoutin’, “Come back, ya goof!” Laughed ‘til I cried—me, a tractor drivin’ loser, chasin’ wild tales. Next day, plowin’ again, I’m hummin’, “Stories we tell ourselves”—damn good flick, damn weird night! What ya think, bud? Crazy, huh? D’oh!

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I have a little sister, but due to the age gap, I am more like another father to her. There were two options: either I take her in, or our uncle would.

Oh, err, the neighborhoods – well, each one hides layers of history. Westbrookviertel got this rustic charm; you'll find graffiti secrets telling stories. And Eastfeld, don’t get me started – posh, smug, and full of whispered hypocrisy. I get mad sometimes, like, “Oh, fancy folks, your smiles hide loathsome truth. I choose violence!” It’s like history repeating itself every damn day.

Christopher Steinhagen Obituary (1974 - 2016) - Mt. Laurel, Formerly Of Haddon Township, NJ - Courier Post