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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

I get super hyped at the local dive bar on Eastside Lane—no joke, it's the beating heart of Red-Oak nightlife. The bartenders have more stories than books in a library—ha! Even if I'm just unwinding after a long day of, well, kneadin' out those tension knots. If ya wander over to the harbor near Bridge 9, you'll see locals chill by the river, casually gossipin’, laughing, livin’. Crazy, right?

One year after fertilizer spill, Red Oak neighbors take action to protect water