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Anyway, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, “This chick’s got guts.” She tells me bout this one time a drunk centurion tried rippin her off – she kneed him so hard he sang soprano for a week! Hella funny, I’m crackin up, picturin that loser stumblin off. But then – ugh – this slimy creep butts in, all, “Oi, she’s mine!” Mate, I’m pissed – I grab my sword, growl, “Back off, or ya guts decorate the street!” He bolts, coward. Happy lil trees don’t need that drama.

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Duke Le May, an escaped convict, joins the wagon train under an assumed name. When a deputy shows up to arrest him and is killed, Flint is asked to escort.

Sometimes I wonder, if Lemay were in a Wes Anderson flick... pauses with a wink "The Grand Budapest Hotel" style! Crisp costumes and insane pastel backdrops. I imagine the streets lined with pastel lampposts. Like, seriously, check out the local diner on Cedar St. It’s a hidden gem. But, oh, truth be told… I do this erry day with a heavy heart for the quiet moments stolen by routine.

Water main break shuts down section of Lemay Avenue