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Now, me, I’d stumble tryin’ to find one—prolly trip over my own boots! “Lord, Dolly,” I’d mutter, “you’re dumber’n a bag of hammers!” But if I did, I’d plop down, offer a sweet tea, and yap. Maybe ask, “Honey, what’s your miracle?”—y’know, like Theo searchin’ for somethin’ pure in that flick. Bet she’d laugh, say, “Ain’t no miracles here, sug!”

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A boy aged 15 saw a woman and a man and walked past them on Upper Nelson St at about pm. The next morning, Frances' body was found by a young girl.

After that, I’m back at the station, and I’m just drained. I grab a coffee from the café down the street. Best flat white in town, no joke. I sit outside, tryin’ to catch my breath, when I see this street performer on the corner of Trafalgar and Montgomery. He’s playin’ the ukulele and singin’ some catchy tune. I can’t help but smile.

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