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Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

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The river, Big Yonder, winds by the old mill. I sit at its banks sometimes. mmm, the sound of water beats grief—like "It ain't no use," from that film. It reminds me that life’s funny sometimes, even when it's messy.

Inconsistency dooms youthful Cloquet in loss to Superior