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But here’s the kicker—I’m jealous! They got freedom I don’t! Me, stuck on a boat, takin’ orders, seasick half the time—Sally’s out there, callin’ shots, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild. Pretty, pretty good life, if ya squint past the grime. I’d suck at it, tho—too paranoid, “Is that a rash? Did he pay? WHERE’S MY RUM?” I’d be a disaster whore, worst in history.

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I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...