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I’m chuffed when I nail the sign, tho—feels like I cracked limbo. But ugh, them judgy types? “Oh, how crude!” Sod off, yeah? Makes me wanna sign it louder! Exaggeratin’ now—picture me, gold arms wavin’, screamin’ it in a crowd. Hilarious, mate! Anyway, that’s me ramble—whore’s a trip, signin’ it’s a blast, and *Inception*? Still fries me circuits! “We’re not alone here,” Cobb’d say—damn right, it’s a mad world!

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So, I head to the farm, right? It’s on the outskirts, near the hills. Beautiful view, but I’m not here for the scenery. I’m here to milk some cows. But today, the machines decide to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? I’m wrestling with these things, and they’re just not cooperating. I’m sweating like a sinner in church.

Mary T Cosenza Obituary June 30, 2012