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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” I think about all the craziness. The dog, the coffee spill, the art exhibit, my mom’s garden. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster of emotions. But hey, that’s life in Tabua, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.

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