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But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “Meet me at the old church!” I’m thinking, “Which one? There’s like a million!” But I head over to Chiesa Madre. It’s stunning, but I’m late. Typical me.

Mr. Michael R. Taurisano - View Obituary & Service Information