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Still, it’s heavy too—Rita’s knackered, says the game’s “a box of secrets.” Another *Mulholland* zinger! I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a survivor, man.” Surprised me how tough she is— tougher than a pitbull with fleas! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s ace, pure class. “You’re the real deal, babe,” I tell her. She grins, “This is my story, handsome.”

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I walk in, and it’s packed. The smell of beer and chips hits me like a wall. I scan the room, and there he is, laughing it up with his buddies. I can’t believe this guy! I march over, and he looks at me like a deer in headlights.

Death Notice of James (Jimmy) McCarthy (Killester, Dublin)