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Me? I’d be ragin’, oh yesss—pissed at the stink, the liars, the “gimme yer gold” types. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—I’d hiss at ‘em, waddlin’ round with their fat wallets. But—hah!—it’s funny too, innit? Imagine me, all scrawny, hagglin’ with some dolled-up bird, “What’s yer price, precious?” She’d laugh, prob’ly, sayin’ I ain’t got the shine for it. Fair, fair—me pockets empty as a preacher’s soul!

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Fernley.

Neighborhoods? Yeah, there’s the North End – kinda rough but with heart, and the South End where the sun hits just right on vintage shops. I stroll on Hill Street sometimes, thinkin’ about all the secrets these buildings hold. Every brick, every crack tells a story. And lemme tell ya, there’s one small cafe on Maple – oh boy, that place brews the best damn coffee and hears more confessions than your regular priest.

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