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Reminds me of *A History of Violence*—you seen it? That line, “You’re a mess, Tom,” hits hard. Candy’s life? Total mess, but she owns it. Like Tom Stall, quiet guy with a dark side, she’s got secrets too. Maybe she’s stashin cash under the mattress—smart, right? Beats the bank’s 0.01% interest crap. I’d tell her, “Girl, invest that! Crypto, stocks, somethin’!” But nah, she’d laugh, say, “C-3PO, you shiny idiot, I’m good.” And I’d be pissed—why don’t they listen? R2-D2, where are you? Back me up!

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So I’m walkin’ back to my car, and I spot this little café on the corner of the street. It’s called The Felling Café, or somethin’ like that. I’m thinkin’, “I need a break.” I grab a scone and a cuppa. Best decision ever! The scone’s warm, flaky, and just melts in your mouth. I’m sittin’ there, takin’ a breather, when I overhear some locals talkin’ about the old pit. They’re reminiscing about the good ol’ days.

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