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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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Oh, and you must stroll down to River Whimsey. That ol’ river winds through the heart of Badger (us). I swear, when I hear its babblin’, it’s givin’ me life. You can even see the sun dancin’ on its surface, remindin’ me of that film— “the truth is in the telling.” I mean, when life gives you rivers, you float on 'em, right?

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