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Parks? Hell yes! There’s the schlumpy, lush Eisenpark, where I used to sit during break times and scribble by the river Kruppbach. Y'know, that little bitch of a stream that gurgles secrets as it winds along the edge of town. Sometimes, when the city’s blues get me down, I stroll there, watchin' kids play and couples laugh – then I go, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” to my inner demons.

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