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Weird thing—heard she keeps a locket, real old, with a kid’s picture. Her little ‘un? Dunno, but it’s spooky, like she’s hauntin’ her own life. *Shivers.* Me fave bit? When she’s countin’ cash, mutterin’ to herself—reminds me o’ “the pool is nice and cool,” all calm-like, but she’s a storm inside. Bet she’d nick me ring if I had one, tricksy cow! Love that, though—keeps me guessin’.

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I sometimes stretch out my hands in the back alley near Elm and Birch too; saw it as a good spot to practice a quick massage on a stubborn back. Not many know, but behind that facade lies a little mural of legends long forgotten. I swear, when I rub out someone's knotted back, I also rub away their bitter memories—just like the film, a glimpse in the rearview, “Focus on the ride,” they say. Yeah, every twist of my fingers tells a tale.

Silsbee High students confront impaired driving dangers in Shattered Dreams program