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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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Winterset Hollow by Jonathan Durham. It was violent and gruesome but soooo good. "Winterset Hollow follows a group of friends to the place.

I sees a tiny bookstore on Pine, a quiet spot to get lost. I loooove that place. I once met a lovely soul who reminded me of juicy, tender moments. We chattered on, our hearts all aflutter. We swears, we felt free like in Before Sunset.

Winterset, Story City receive state grants for water quality projects