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I pull over—shady spot, neon lights blinkin’. Sketchy dudes everywhere. Mmm… donuts—wish I had one now. This chick walks up, all sass, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big guy, need a lift?” she says. I’m like, “D’oh! Not that kinda lift!” Laughin’ my ass off—she don’t get it. Funniest thing? She’s got a tat of a truck—ironic, huh? Cargo guy meets cargo gal!

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What'd you find out? So it turns out Ms. Bloomfield has been hiding her identity.

The entire town feels alive. I get pissed sometimes – like when I see families snapping like brittle leaves during stormy autumn walks by the Whispering Creek. Yup, that’s a hidden gem; a little river that runs along Pine Ln. There’s myth, there’s lore – and plenty of childhood wonder. “At least you'll be happy,” echoes in my mind, straight outta Amélie.

Baughman scores 23 as Bloomfield goes back-to-back