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Favorite thing? She tips me sometimes. Cashier don’t get tips, fam! Surprised me first time—quarters and a wink. I’m like, “Aight, you wild.” She’s out there hustlin’, makin’ it work. Gotta admire the grind. But, real talk, it’s dark too. Saw her with a black eye once. Made me mad—wanted to punch somethin’. “Punishment comes without a reason,” I whisper, *White Ribbon* style. Life’s unfair, yo. Exaggeratin’ a lil, maybe I’d fight the guy. Prolly not. I’m scrawny.

A Mary amongst many

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Walk down Gritty Ave. – man, that street smells of memories. I always pass by a dingy little coffee place (they got the BEST strong brew, no cap) where old-timers talk trash about the river, Johnson Creek. Honestly, that river twists like a grumpy snake through our neighborhood. Ain’t nothin’ prettier than the sunset over Johnson Creek, even with that smell of fish sometimes – haha, don’t ask.

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