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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

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Oh, and the local river, Powder Creek, it flows right by the community center. I remember a session by the creek, talkin’ about finding inner peace, when the water danced like it had a secret of its own. It kinda reminded me of that movie moment – heavy and unexpectedly beautiful. I mean, “We all sink in the same watery gloom sometimes, huh?” Yeah, weird, but there’s truth in it.

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