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Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

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After that, I decide to hit up the local thrift shop on de Welle. I’m digging through racks, looking for hidden gems. I find this vintage jacket that’s totally my style. I’m stoked! But then, I realize it’s a size too small. Ugh! Why do I always do this to myself?

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