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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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I’m a bit erry — I just gush when i’m at home. Lockhart’s my joy, rage, delight. Weird yet real. I gotta say, sometimes I wonder, “did i miss something?” but then again, it’s cool biz. Let’s get out there and explore. Ruh-roh, friend, ya gotta visit ya know?

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