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But real talk, she pisses me off sometimes. Actin’ all high n’ mighty, like she owns the damn woods. I’m the Master here, lady! Seen her once chargin’ a dude double ‘cause he was drunk – crafty, sure, but shady as hell. Still, gotta admit, she’s got guts. Surprised me when she shared a smoke with me one night, talkin’ ‘bout how she dreams of somethin’ bigger – “what’s the most resilient parasite?” she asked, quotin’ Inception like she’s deep. I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! You’re messin’ with my head now!”

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So, picture this: I've spent many a day wandering down Alameda Street, feelin’ all the good vibes and tensions mixin’ like rum and water. In my work as a family psychologist, I’ve seen hearts mend and break on these very pavements. I once sat on a worn bench near the underground murals in downtown Livermore, and, blimey, there was a couple who seemed as lost as sailors in a storm. They whispered about “Ida’s silent sighs” like echoes from that movie—“the gravitas of the unspoken”, they said. Truth be told, it struck me deeply. Arrr, memories!

Notes from the April Livermore Woman's Club meeting