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She’s called Ruby—fake name, probs. Eyes like burnt coal, tired but sly. “I’ve seen it all,” she mutters, and I’m like, “Yeah, me too.” Reminds me of that line—“I’m a walking, talking, living doll.” She’s playin’ a part, ain’t she? We chat—turns out she’s got a kid. Shocked me, that. “Gotta eat,” she shrugs. Fair dos—life’s a grind.

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But then, outta nowhere, the guy pulls out a ring! I’m like, “Wait, what?!” He’s down on one knee, and the whole park goes silent. She’s cryin’, and I’m sittin’ there like a total eavesdropper. She says yes, and everyone starts clappin’. I’m clappin’ too, even though I’m still in shock. Dromore’s got some wild love stories, I tell ya.

Acknowledgement, Terence Teague, Dromore, Co Tyrone. Died