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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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So, Lithia-Springs – think awkward streets with character. I'm talkin’ about Main St., where the old brick facades tell stories. I stroll past Church Ave, and damn, every corner reminds me of life’s odd twists. The Lithia Springs Dam sits right on the edge of the Chattahoochee River. Yeah, that ol’ river does its thing, relentless like government bureaucrats – no mercy.

Marsha Minter Nestlehutt Obituary March 14, 2025