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About Seville

I’m laughin’ now—manic, loud—‘cause it’s hilarious! She’s a tornado in heels, and I’m just a cashier, watchin’ the show. “All things bear a shine,” Malick’d say, but her shine’s fake gold, baby! Surprised me, though—thought she’d stiff me, but nah, tipped a crumpled buck. A buck! For what, my dazzlin’ grin? HAHA! Love her guts, hate her game—classic Joker mood, right? Whore or not, she’s a freakin’ character!

About the author of this Blog site

The Vicar’s Wife. Written by Katharine Swartz Review by Eileen Charbonneau. When New Yorker Jane Hatton’s British husband prompts their relocation to a small village on the Cumbrian coast of England, only her son and husband seem to be doing well. Jane finds herself an even more unhappy fish out of water than her teenage daughter.

Yeah, that’s the messy beauty of PVicar (es). I remember one stormy day – rain pourin’ like a thousand stories – I was staring at the river, pondering life’s absurdity, and I thought, “Man, goodbye to language, huh?” Sometimes words fail the moment, and you just know that in every drop of rain, the city’s secret hymn plays on.

“A decent burial can be done later”: Vicar General on Victim of Attack on Catholic Parish of Torit Diocese, South Sudan