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Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Portrush, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill.

Blue plaque unveiled dedicated to Royal Portrush golfer and teenage sensation, May Hezlet