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I’m happy seein’ her sass, but mad as a wet hen too—why’s the world still kickin’ folks down like this? Ain’t fair! Makes me wanna holler like in *Moolaadé*, “Purification is over!”—‘cept here it’s more like, “Poverty’s gotta end, y’all!” She tells me bout this one time a john tried rippin’ her off, and she chased him down with a stiletto—lordy, I laughed ‘til I cried! Said she’d do it again, too. Fierce as a bobcat, this one.

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Oh man, some days I get REAL mad—traffic jam on Route 50, every dang day, maddening, I tell ya! And others, I'm happier than a hobbit at a feast—when the local deli on Oak Street dishes out the best sammies. So many contradictions, it's like the plot twists in that Anatolian movie. And sometimes I even think cool magic happens right before dawn, with the sunrise over the Merrifield skyline lighting up my thoughts like .. like a... spark of wonder, y'know?

Merrifield seeks changes for hit-by-pitches