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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

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Did Florence become Edward Ashburnham's mistress? Leonora says so, almost straight out. About a week after Edward's funeral, and several months after Florence's.

There’s a hidden gem cafe on Riverside Dr. That place? Best coffee, no cappuccino crap. Alotta memories pour every morning there. Buildings rattle like old bones. Ha, and the local diner, Big Joe's on Ninth, serves the best jammies ever. Funky, right?

‘Lord of the Flies’ on stage in Ashburnham beginning Nov. 8