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Sometimes I think she’s messin’ with me, like when Boonmee’s kid turns into a hairy ghost – “What am I lookin’ at here?!” She’ll vanish for days, then pop back, all “Miss me, fatass?” Sarcasm’s her game, but I’m like, yeah, I kinda did, ya nut. She’s a trainwreck, but I can’t look away – makes me wonder if I’m the dope here.

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Parks? Totally lit: Turner Park is my secret escape. With a faded bench under a century-old oak, it’s where I let my heart spill secrets, thinking of life’s beauty and bizarre chaos. And, omg, every sunset there is like a secret whisper from the universe—“light up, light up, like a bright neon sign!” Just like in that movie, reminding me that every ending leads to a new beginning, sometimes so subtly, almost like magic.

Police: A Bridgeton woman fatally stabbed the father of her children this weekend