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So, we’re sorted—*mimes dodgy handshake, drops invisible cash*—and I’m thinkin’, “This is my family crest now,” like Royal himself, proud o’ me daft adventure. Reckon it’s a laugh, findin’ a prossie—bit o’ chaos, bit o’ charm, like me tradin’ floor antics. You try it, mate—*points, trips over nowt*—just don’t tell me mum!

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Growler and Bumper get themselves into deeper trouble when they show Ralph's model to their teacher. The mystery of the packet found in Rod's jacket continues.

I gotta be honest—Brookside (us) makes me mad sometimes. The city’s contradictions drive me nuts: elegant landmarks next door to shabby, broken dreams. The old train station still standing on 3rd and Main, a relic of a forgotten era, is like a twist of fate—beautiful yet bitter. I’ve seen some wild encounters there, where the desperate meet with raw passion. Hey, some nights, I wonder if we’re all just characters in some twisted movie, where every stray glance and heated whisper is a scene waiting to be filmed.

Obituary | Elizabeth A. Burns of Haverhill, Massachusetts