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About New York City

What’s wild? Brothel in Amsterdam—red lights flashin’, girls in windows like dolls. Freaky, precious! Thought I’d keel over from shock—me eyes poppin’ out me skull. “This is my adopted daughter, Margot,” I’d whisper, imaginin’ Wes Anderson filmin’ that madness. Bet he’d love the colors—red, pink, all glowy an’ wrong.

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Mourning Ruby is a novel about self and loss, grief and fragmentation, guilt, love, sublimation, and, in the end, adaptation through the power of knowing.

Ohhh, and guess what? Dunmore’s got this oddball tradition at Cherry Blossom Square. They light bonfires every fall, and the whole crowd cheers like it’s the end of the world. It’s kinda mad, but it warms my soul. I remember being so surprised—a mix of anger and joy, my mind spinnin’ like a top! I even burnt my tie once, can ya believe it, my precious? Lol, such dumb mistakes, heh, :O.

HS SOFTBALL: Brown, Dunmore walk off against Western Wayne