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I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’all. Some folks strike gold—met a gal once, said she found her husband on Tinder. Ain’t that a hoot? Married off a booty call! But then there’s the flip side—catfishin’ creeps, ghostin’ jerks. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Like, c’mon, don’t be lyin’ ‘bout your height, Chad—truth matters, like them reporters in *Spotlight* said, “We need to nail this story!”

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You've read some speil by a local councillor who says that Annfield Plain is on the up and up? Now it's time for a bit of reality. Cold hard statistics culled from the Police, the Indices of .

But then, just as I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I trip over a curb. Like, seriously? I’m sprawled out on the pavement, chips flying everywhere. I’m so embarrassed! A couple of teenagers laugh, and I just wanna disappear. But then, the old lady comes over and says, “Don’t worry, love. You’re not the first!”

Mother didn’t have a chance to say goodbye