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Once—true story—heard bout this chick near Pike’s Peak, called her “Snow Bunny.” She’d fleece dumb hikers outta cash, then vanish like smoke. Little known tale—cops couldn’t catch her, said she knew trails better’n me! I was HAPPY she outsmarted ‘em—stick it to the man! But ugh, them guys lookin for her? Desperate losers—made me wanna scream, “Get a life, ya dopes!” Hmm… nasal huff—kinda felt bad too, tho. Lonely up there, I guess. Still, I ain’t judgin—well, maybe a lil. “What is it you seek?” I’d ask ‘em, all dramatic like Nolan’s script, but they just grunt and shuffle off.

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Wichita Falls is crunchy and cool. Downtown’s a wild ride with S. Main Street buzzin’ with life. I stroll near the Craig Theatre – its neon edges spark memories and obsessions like, “Time drifts, softly, into final destinies.” There’s a park called Lucy Park right there, where families gather and you can almost hear their laughter, steady like an endless river.

Rain falls in Wichita Falls, hail batters, lakes rise