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I’m angry, though—world’s gone mad, ain’t it? Pushin’ folks to sell themselves ‘cause coin’s scarce. Breaks me heart, it does. *hic* But happy? Oh, when I met this one lass—called herself Rose, prob’ly fake—cracked a joke ‘bout me hat. Cheeky! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on me rum. Surprised me, too—some o’ these gals got sharper wit than half me crew.

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There's this gem, Maple Park, oh man, that place speaks to my soul. I took my anxious kids there once—and they laughed so hard at the squirrels. Squirrels, they run like mad! The park is filled with winding paths. I remember thinking, “Do not fear the truth!” but in truth, I feared my own thoughts. Maple Park reminds me - not all is pretty in hidden corners, just like our minds sometimes, y'know?

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