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Ever think bout it? They’re like carpenters of the streets—buildin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, only it’s quick cash, not cabinets. Haha, imagine her with a hammer— “Oi, pay up or I nail ya!” Total badass. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’d say she was born in it, molded by it—way tougher than me fixin’ a wonky shelf.

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I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

Funeral set for Walpole Island boy, 6, who died in Sombra crash