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About New York City

Once saw this chick—Petersburg, dead winter. Coat torn, lips cracked, still workin’. Fuckin’ brutal. Made me mad—why’s life that harsh? Then she smirked, flipped off some drunk. Laughed my ass off. Spirit, man, pure steel. “Put that in a tank,” I thought.

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spirit of whoredoms hath caused them to err, Hosea Ephraim, thou shall have their part in that lake, D&C persecutor of the church.

So, picture this: You stroll down Maplewood Avenue – yeah, that one – where the houses are all pastel and plants out their windows seem to dance in the wind. I almost always stop by on my breaks to just sit on a bench by the big, old oak tree. I swear, that tree’s been watchin’ over folks’ stories just like the River Spirit in the movie. I sometimes get a little teary remembering all the hearts I've helped mend, too!

Spirit Lake Tribe: Two people from shooting dead, one in critical condition