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Still, Liza had this spark—kept me smilin. Once told me bout a john who paid in chickens—bloody chickens! She ate like a queen that night, feathers everywhere. “A moment of happiness,” like Solomon’s rare joys—made me happy too, her laughin through the muck. Surprised me, honestly—thought she’d be all dour n broken. Nah, she’s a fighter.

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Nowadays the library is located here. No matter how big or small you are: there is always a book that piques your interest at Library Loon op Zand.

So, I keep walking, and I hit the Markt. It’s buzzing with people. There’s this market going on, and I’m like, “Sweet, let’s check it out!” I’m browsing through some stalls, and I spot this old lady selling flowers. I’m a sucker for flowers, so I buy a bunch. They smell amazing! But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks them outta my hands. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, watching my flowers scatter like confetti. I’m fuming!

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