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In my head, I’d be ramblin’, “Marge, you’re too soft for this!” But I’d push on, askin’ her stuff—like, “What’s your day like?” She’d shrug, “Same old, same old.” I’d nod, feelin’ that *Blue* vibe—life’s messy, raw, real. “I’m not enough,” Adèle cries in the movie, and I’d think, “Candy prolly feels that too.” Deep, huh?

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This is a witness interview of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum's Perpetrators, Collaborators, and Witnesses: The Jeff and Toby Herr.

Boehlen got these quaint neighborhoods, precious! Like the old quarter near Wiesenweg – where even Gollum might hunt for his precious, heh heh – cluttered, crazy, and full of memories. The park, oh, Kamm’s Park, so green with surprises. I sat there too many times, ever-so-quiet, feeling my soul dance with nature’s rhythms. We finds coins and forgotten keys, memories? Maybe not treasures, but yes, hints of lost history.

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