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I get pissed – y’know? Seein’ her used up. By creeps. Drunk losers stumblin’ outta bars. “Justine – you’re the only one!” I mutter that – from Melancholia. She ain’t Justine – but she’s SOMEBODY. Ain’t she? Makes me wanna punch somethin’. Then – I’m happy. She’s tough! Smilin’ at me once – gap tooth. Sassy as hell. Surprised me – that grit. Thought she’d be broken. Nope!

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Le comité des fêtes de Caychac n’est plus aussi actif qu’autrefois et celui de Blanquefort a pris de l’ampleur à son détriment. Les jeunes se déplacent en conséquence. Au stop de la rue de La .

Then there’s the odd, cool corner near Chemin de la Rivière. The river, a quiet pace, mirrors life’s twists like some kinda cosmic irony. Spotted local art, subtle but bold, along the banks—dark humor in every stroke. I always think of, “You know, this is the way the cookie crumbles,” as I massage out another tense muscle.

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