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About San Jose

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Beth Gamble

Mr. and Mrs. F?rcst King and two attractive children, who have been living in the Gup for several months, I left last week for Koanoko, whore they will make.

My fav spot? The dern little antique shop on Larkspur, where old memories and broken dreams pile up like rubbish. I once sat there, sipping coffee that tasted like burnt hope, and thought, "Goodbye to language, goodbye to bullshit!" Only in Big-Stone-Gap can you find treasures among trash.

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