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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

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Shop window slut. Heer's Department Store, Springfield, MO, early s.

Finally, I pay and head out. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I step in a puddle. A huge one. My shoes are soaked. I’m cursing under my breath, like, “Why, Heer, why?” But then I see a group of kids playing soccer in the park. They’re laughing, having a blast. I can’t help but smile. Kids really know how to enjoy life, huh?

Shelley Jean Heer Moser Obituary November 11, 2024