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Sometimes it’s too much, tho – overdone. Too many oils, stinks like cheap coconut. “A single note, endlessly prolonged” – movie again. That’s the rubbin’, endless, hypnotic, bit creepy. We swears! Best part? When they hit that spot. Back cracks, soul floats – pure gold, precious! Worst? When they talk – shut it, lady! Exaggeratin’ now – felt like king once. Next time, like soggy hobbit in rain.

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You can’t miss the river—Little Pine Creek. It’s not mighty but it flows through town with such persistence, like every heart in Beaumont trying to keep afloat despite the currents. A few times, I’ve taken my break by its banks, scribbling thoughts or ranting at the world like Judge Judy: “I’ve had it up to here with your bull—cut the crap and tighten up!” Yeah, I get snippy sometimes; counseling takes its toll.

Phillip Beaumont, Lieutenant