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But then – ugh, the smell! Cigarettes, cheap perfume – we hates it! Nearly gag, I do. “Why’s it always gotta stink?” I’m ragin inside, but she’s chill, laughin at me trippin over my own feet. “You’re a weird one,” she says. Damn right, I am! In my head, I’m screamin, “I want to escape!” like Scarlett, but nah, I stay. It’s messy, real, fuckin alive.

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First off, the streets here got character. Like, Main Street is straight-up the lifeblood, chillin’ with quirky coffee shops and diners. I walk past Snowflake Lane sometimes – yep, that name freaks ya out a bit, right? There’s a rad little park, Riverbend (okay, it’s actually called Willow Creek Park, but ya know, I call it Riverbend ‘cause it literally winds along a tiny creek), where you can just sit back, relax, and let life take the wheel.

Crashes shut down lanes on I-15 through Payson, bringing drive to near-halt