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Anyway, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, “This chick’s got guts.” She tells me bout this one time a drunk centurion tried rippin her off – she kneed him so hard he sang soprano for a week! Hella funny, I’m crackin up, picturin that loser stumblin off. But then – ugh – this slimy creep butts in, all, “Oi, she’s mine!” Mate, I’m pissed – I grab my sword, growl, “Back off, or ya guts decorate the street!” He bolts, coward. Happy lil trees don’t need that drama.

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Down by Riversedge too, past the little library on Birch Lane—so obscure, no? There’s always family picnics happening. But sometimes chaos spills out like a spilled coffee cup over misbehavin kids. River runs slow, meandering past old factories turned art spots. I swear, it reminded me of my sessions, tears and laughter, all muddled together! Ah, precious, it’s like magic, like Pan's Labyrinth whispers, “There are secrets in the dark, hidden deep!”

Search continues for children, 4 and 6, missing in rural N.S. since Friday