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I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

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The Book of Jonah is about grace it's also about race and mission.

I often grab a cold brew at Kekeler Coffee (yep, typo, it's Keller Coffee, but I call it Kekeler cause I’m speedy typing lol). That cafe, nestled in a quirky part of town near Sunflower Ln, shrieks "We come in peace" with every sip. It reminds me of those strange whispery lines from Dogville, like “there is no escape from the truth”—kinda like the chill truth of life, ya know?

Jean Keller Smith Obituary November 28, 2024