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I’d be all nervous, tho—heart poundin’ like when Miss Piggy’s mad at me! “Hi-ho, don’t karate-chop me!” I’d say. Prolly fumble my words, askin’ her, “So, uh, how’s biz?” She’d prolly laugh, like, “Kid, you’re too green for this!” And I’d be happy—cuz, ya know, I love a good chuckle. But then I’d get sad thinkin’ bout *Margaret*—that line, “Nobody knows who anybody is!” Hits deep, man. These gals, they got stories nobody hears.

It sure as heck isn’t the customers.

Police said April.

Man, and get this – when I was zoning out near the Black River on Jackson Avenue, I seriously thought, “I can see Russia from my house!” Like, I swear, the river flows with this mysterious vibe, kinda like a scene from The Return by Zvyagintsev. Those moments reminded me to simply breathe and let go, even if I’m mad like hell at traffic sometimes – what a pain, right?

Two found dead after fire at Watertown home