Maeve Devils Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the local diner on Oak St.? That joint’s got epic pie and non-stop banter among regulars. They even put a picture of the lake on the wall – kinda like a quick reminder of why life’s worth livin’. It’s all those small strokes of genius that have shaped my chill outlook. Crazy how nature and soul vibes blend in this town.

Daniel L. Krueger Obituary April 10, 2025