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Surprised me, tho—some of ‘em are clever. One lass, right, she’s pickin’ pockets while smilin’ all sweet. Saw her nick a dagger off a sellsword—smooth as silk. Made me think of Yinniang, silent and deadly. Reckon she’d approve. Me, I’d just gut the fool and be done. Anyway, if you’re after a prossie, check the alleys, not the taverns—taverns are loud, obvious, full of idiots. Alleys got the real deal, quiet-like.

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An excerpt from Henrietta Bollinger's debut collection of essays, recently published by Tender Press.

Cool fact, this town hid a secret: an abandoned mansion on Chestnut Rd. Yep, real ghost mode. Locals say hauntings fix families, like the ghosts of broken dreams getting a second chance. My mind would spin insights; c’mon, I’d analyze that forever. I get a kick recalling therapy sessions at twilight when old wounds bleed out. Heart’s heavy but healing, bro.

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