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Surprised me—she knew stuff! Talked bout some old sailor who paid her in clamshells once. Clamshells! Like, what? I’m dyin’ laughin’, “That’s so stupid!” She’s like, “Yeah, I ate ‘em anyway.” Tough gal, tougher than me—I’d cry if SpongeBob yelled.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

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