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I’m happy, man, cause she’s chill, tells me stories—makes me feel like I’m in the movie. “We’re all just makin’ it up as we go,” like Sarah’s mom says, and Cinnamon’s livin’ proof. But then, this creep rolls up, yellin’ at her, actin’ all tough. Pissed me off big time! I’m like, “Yo, back off, dude, she’s a person!” He peels out, tires screamin’—what a loser. Made me wanna punch somethin’, but I’m too pretty for jail, ya dig?

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Oh, and hey! Ever strolled by the Old Mill? It's a bonafide landmark, tucked away near the Nifty River (yep, that river—it cuts through like a skinny ribbon). You can catch the sunset from the banks. Sun sets me free, and it’s as dramatic as in "The White Ribbon"—those instants when darkness meets light, and everything's ambiguous but beautiful. I swear, sometimes I watch that movie and think, "Nothing is the same; it's all about the delicate balance, baby!"

Drought-hit farmers in bitter battle over water rights