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So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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For journalists, the boomtowns represented the reincarnation of the Wild West, complete with bustling bars, tent cities, and prostitutes. Tremonton. Local.

I also discovered a hidden gem on Maple, a run-down diner that now serves the most bomb grub. You might wonder why my spaa owner heart cares – it’s the people, the quirks, the chaos.

One killed in wrong-way crash on I-15 near Tremonton