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Me favorite bit, tho? This one tart, called her Whisperin’ Kate. Barely spoke, but men’d spill secrets like rum from a cracked barrel. Reminds me o’ that line, “What’s behind the door?” from *Caché*. What’s she hidin’, eh? Bet she knew where me Black Pearl’s stashed, the minx! Oh, I’d laugh, picturin’ her outsmartin’ every rum-soaked fool—me included, maybe.

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As the clock ticks down, I get a call from my buddy. He’s at the park on Boulevard de la République, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta come! There’s a food truck festival!” I’m torn. Work or food? But let’s be real, food wins every time.

Merlin Oyer Brotzman Obituary May 10, 2020