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Then there’s the secret gem: Whispering Pines Park. Damn, you’d think I was dreaming – its trails wind like plot twists in a Wes Anderson flick. River Slink flows near the park. It’s a tiny river, but man, it's the heartbeat of the town. I spend nights strolling there, monotone thoughts in my head, like “Tonight’s the night.”

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