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I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

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he slept with his prostitutes and never had a real girlfriend while he was pimping, which lasted a total of 28 years before he eventually.

Oh man, i must tell ya, one favorite spot is the old Fillmore Library. Tiny, dusty, but filled with soul. I once sat by a window there, trapped in my thoughts, and it was like the town was whispering, “Keep on gleaning.” Such a sweet reminder that every broken piece holds beauty.

Fillmore runs past Jasper-Troupsburg for Section V Class D finals win: See the photos