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About Chicago

Me? I’d cruise slow, real slow. Like Lucrecia drivin’ after that crash. “I hit something,” she mumbles. That’s me—spot a girl, wonderin’. Is she legit? Or a trap? Pisses me off when cops lurk. Ruins the whole gig, man. Once saw this chick—tall, badass boots. Thought, “Damn, she’s fine.” Then—boom—undercover. Felt like the Emperor screwed me over. Hate that crap.

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If this testimony were taken as true, many of his claims would be moot. Giddings was summoned to the parole room without any escort but he never.

I can’t forget, in a flash memory moment, the local festival down by the creek, where dancing, crazy costumes, and un-worldly love meet under a full moon. It reminded me of that crazy, violent vibe in movie, “I am a bad, bad man,” but then I hush and think no, we are all kind here—like family, or sometimes, like lovers sneakin’ secret hugs.

Obituary For Judith Osgood Giddings | State College, PA