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What got me mad? Bastards who’d hit her—saw bruises, purple as plums. Wanted to gut ‘em, but I’m short, not stupid. Happy? When she’d sass me back—sharp tongue, that one. Surprised? That she knew stars—pointed out constellations between jobs. “Learned it from a sailor,” she said. Whores ain’t s’posed to stargaze, right? Blew my bloody mind.

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So, I’m headin’ back, feelin’ defeated. I take Strada Măgurii, and I see this old lady sellin’ fresh produce. I stop to chat, and she’s got the best stories. She tells me about the old days in Maracineni, how things used to be. I’m laughin’ and forgettin’ my troubles. She’s a gem, that one.

Rootstock influence on yield and vegetative growth on 'Regina' cherry cultivar (Maracineni-Arges 2019-2021)