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About Chicago

So I’m like, right, where’s the action? *slips on wet pavement* Wotcha! Nearly ate the curb there. Anyway, findin a prossie—takes guts, innit? You gotta dodge the coppers, *whispers* “lurkin like coyotes in the fog.” Saw this one bird, proper fit, leanin on a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s a sort!” *wiggles eyebrows* But then—bam!—some geezer nicks me wallet! Made me mad as a hatter, steamin I was!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I even had a moment outside the Hilliard Community Center on Westfield Drive. The center smells like old cheer and memories. I remember a day when a family argued too hard. I was so fustrated, like, “Lightbulb! Enough already!” Yet, then calm came, and my heart filled with hope.

Alberta Mae Hilliard