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Once, this chick, she tried hagglin’—50 bucks, then 60! I laughed, said, “You ain’t no cipher queen!” She glared, flipped me off—hilarious! Made me happy, seein’ her mad. But sometimes, it’s sad, y’know? They’s lost, like them victims in *Zodiac*. One told me—get this—she started at 15! Fifteen! World’s a mess, precious, a real mess. Surprised me, that did—thought they all chose it, but nah. “Time’s tickin’,” I whispered, like Fincher’s clock, feelin’ all deep and weird.

The immediate biblical context of 1 Corinthians 7:9

But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. I’m like, “What the heck?” And then it starts pourin’. I mean, it’s like the heavens opened up. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked to the bone. I look over at the girl, and she’s laughin’ like it’s the best thing ever. I’m thinkin’, “This girl’s a keeper.”

Death Notice of KATHLEEN LYNCH (née MOYNIHAN) (Passage West, Cork)