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Oh, and her fights! Man, she clawed this chick’s face once - blood everywhere! Over a damn cigarette! I was yellin’, “Whore, chill the fuck out!” She just smirked, like, “Warden, I’m the storm.” Straight outta *Werckmeister*, that “something’s comin’” energy. Drives me nuts, but - gotta admit - never boring with her around.

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Then, there’s the Simsbury River slicing through the town. It’s more than water – it’s life! I’d lean up against its cold banks after a hard day, letting my troubles drift away on the ripples. Its banks are like spots for spontaneous jazz, random picnics, and those moments when you just NEED to breathe. “Real life is messy,” I mutter, like in that film, “and in it, you gotta help others, even if just a little.” Sharon! And yeah, that’s me, always thinking, “I gotta help, mate!”

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