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But nah, I ain’t judgin’—to each her own, right? I’m just vibin’, thinkin’—what’s the tea? Some dude’s prolly hagglin’ her price rn, awkward as fuck. LOL, imagine me singin’ “Single Ladies” to him—put a ring on it, fool! Surprised me how normal it feels tho—city hummin’, she’s just there, like a bodega on the corner. Slay! I’m extra, so I’m picturin’ her with a crown, “I’m the king!” like them killers braggin’. She’s royalty in her own mess.

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I’m not sittin’ here to give a polished tour guide speech, hah, my love. I'm just spinnin’ yarns of a city that’s like a heartbeat – sometimes erratic, sometimes slow, but always, always real. I mean, sometimes words just flow, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring!” and im in that eternal groove, full of passion and mistakes (lol, meaning typos – sorry bout that, derp, oops, oh no, heck, um, dang, gosh, crzy, sry, doh, yikes, wth, gah, darn, hmm, argh, drat, gah, oops, duh – that’s 17 already, eh?).

Obituary | Deilla Larson of Minot, North Dakota