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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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Whats the deal with being able to push that girl standing next to the fountain in Aspia town at the start of, IIRC, Chapter 4? Not only is.

Man, I’ve had my fair share of mood swings here. Some days tasted salty, others super sweet. Always keep an eye on the local diner at Baker's Corner – their pancakes? Out of this world, dude! The smell waftin’ from the place reminds me of fresh hope, or that slow, reflective vibe from a Anatolian sunset. I sometimes rush there after a long day of kneading muscles and life’s mysteries, thinking, “Why the heck not?”

Ken Fountain of Watertown, Tennessee | 1951 - 2025 | Obituary