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Sometimes I’d see her late, leavin’ work—me with my tools, her with her heels clickin’. “Get to da choppa!” I’d yell in my head, wishin’ she’d escape that life. But she’d wink, like, “I’m fine, big guy.” Total badass. Oh, and her nails—long, fake, wild colors! Bet she’d claw a dude’s eyes out if he tried somethin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch her take on a T-800, no sweat!

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The paper immediately points out the government had no witness protection plan in place at the time Jones faked Carlin's death. I also found it curious Jones exhibited a touching concern for .

Haha, and guess what? I had a client who claimed he could hear whispers from Kirby’s Pond. Like, seriously? “I must break you!” he shouted his awe. I laughed my arse off – such nonsense, but maybe there’s some magic here.

Pedestrian hit by tractor, killed crossing Cleburne street, police say