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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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I got mad once, riding my bike on Nebula Avenue, a twist of irony – not a rocket, but a prone ride. Traffic jams? Hell, yeah. They remind me: "We are all captive to our delusions!" That cut, crisp phrase always rings in my ears. And hey, I slip on typos ‘cause I'm in a rush: lol, exaple: “teh road is lit, don’t driv too fast!”

Obituary for Joseph G. Girouard at Fairhaven Funeral Home