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But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

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I—I gotta say – sometimes, life in PUlysses (us) is a raucous road trip with detours that make you go “whut?!” Miss the chill vibes around Liberty Square, where strangers strike impromptu deep chats. It’s rough at times, but it got that raw energy. Crazy stories, unexpected passions, like every twist in a Fury Road chase.

Learn about President Ulysses S. Grant at the Hayes Home in May