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I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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I walk in, and the AC is blasting. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus! I grab a cold coconut water. Best decision ever. I’m sipping it, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days in Candelaria. Like, how the plaza used to be packed with people. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could’ve seen that.”

Death Notice and Obituary for Susan S Candelaria 2025 of Tucson , AZ