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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

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West. The text, credited to an anonymous adoptive mother, takes the form of Kirby, Thomas Nelson, $ trade paper (p) ISBN

And oh, Hawkwell Park – such a hidden gem. I often chill near the lakeside there, remembering the reckless energy of first loves. The river Mersey tickles the edge of West-Kirby – its murmurin’ secrets from old times. Crazy how the water flows rewriting memory, ya know? Like, "Everything we see is a puzzle" – brt, it's epic!

West Kirby RNLI rescue two people and an inflatable crocodile