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About Petah Tikva

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Takes guts to do what they do! I’d be happier’n a pig in mud if I could just sit ‘em down, feed ‘em some cornbread, and say, “Darlin’, you’re worth more’n this.” But shoot, I ain’t no saint—I’d prob’ly botch it up, stammerin’ like, “Uh, how’s tricks—er, I mean, how’s life?” Real smooth, Dolly, real smooth.

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But then, as I’m leaving, I trip over a rock on the sidewalk. Seriously, who puts rocks on sidewalks? I’m like, “Really, Meitar? This is how we roll?” I’m limping now, and my coffee-stained shirt is just a cherry on top of this disaster cake.

‘I placed him on the grave so that he could be closest to his father’