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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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He wants to get the thing and leave. I would surmise that he does love you, and that he is avoiding confrontation by getting that one thing he.

As the night goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. It’s wild how one day can be a mix of everything. I mean, Knowle is a small town, but it’s got a big heart.

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