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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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I sprint over, trying to save the day. I’m waving my arms, yelling, “Stop the goat!” But it’s like I’m in slow motion. The goat crashes into the stand, fruit goes flying everywhere. It’s chaos! I’m covered in pomegranate juice, and the kids are rolling on the ground laughing. I’m like, “This is my life now.”

Hezbollah fires over 60 rockets at Tel Aviv, Haifa suburbs, crash detected in Kfar Yasif