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Oh, but when she smiled—hoo boy, that lit me up happier’n a pig in mud! Ain’t no lie, I was surprised how normal she seemed, just chattin’ ‘bout her day. Made me think of *Amour* again—“All this is still here,” she coulda said, ‘bout life keepin’ on. But then, bam, she’s all business, and I’m like, “Whoa, nelly, slow yer roll!”

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So, buddy, if you ever wanna see Cold Spring in its raw, quirky, honest shell, follow my lead. Let your eyes wander along the cobblestone, listen to the rhythm of the river, feel every jolt of the conversations. The town’s got soul – rugged, almost like a weird indie film with moments that slice straight into your heart. Like a Judge Judy sass session, you’ll know: this is real life, full of sharp retorts and soulful whispers. Enjoy it, ya hear?

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