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Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

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Anyway, I finally get my zen back and head over to the new park on de Korte Dijk. It’s got this cool playground, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll swing for a bit.” But then I see a bunch of kids hogging the swings. Ugh! I’m like, “C’mon, share the love!” But nah, they’re too busy being kids. I can’t even be mad. I mean, I was that kid once, right?

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