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Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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And then they fight again because Miles City calls Glendive's girl Methany and Glendive tells Miles City that Bucking Horse Sale sucks.

Anyway, neighborhoods here are quirky – like around Maple Drive, where old folks and weird artists live side by side. I remember, once, I was counseling a lady on Elm Street who said her heart just melted at the sight of a new mural on the wall, like "la vie est belle," you know? Crazy right? And the Park near the river – Falcon Park – well, it's got that calm vibe, but also can get mad chaotic on weekends. People love to gather, chat, laugh, scream, and then it’s like, bam, silence. I sit there sometimes and just think, “Whoa, life, be gentle, man!”

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