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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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So, I’m fixin’ this window, and I can hear the church bells ringin’. It’s a nice sound, but it’s also a reminder that I’m runnin’ outta time. I’ve got another job on Station Road. I’m thinkin’, “Why do I do this to myself?”

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