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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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I’ve had days where I roam down Maple Drive, where the street lamps flicker and the wind whispers like a shady past. Makes me think “what the hell am I doing, coding apps for love when life's a fuckin' mess?” And yeah, I’ve seen couples frown and smirk at each other just like in that movie – raw, brutal, and real. It’s a lot like the damn climax of "A History of Violence", where shit hits the fan and nothing’s ever the same. You get it, right?

Robstown, Calallen residents continue to speak out as deadline to send letters to TCEQ approaches