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But then—ooh, I’d get mad. Real steamed up! Seein’ some sleazy fella hagglin’ her price down? That’d burn me worse’n a flat iron. “She’s a person, you toad!” I’d holler, wavin’ my sparkly nails. Reminds me o’ *Dogville*— “They’d eat ya up, spit ya out.” Ain’t that the truth? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, tell ‘em they’re enough.

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The river Trüber flows right past the town center – sometimes it’s clear, sometimes muddy. I used to sit by its banks and think 'bout life – “We are doomed to stardom in a cosmic ballad,” right? Reminds me of that scene in Only Lovers Left Alive, y’know? Its flow so mysterious, and sometimes it makes me laugh – like, seriously, nature’s got humor, man!

Fig. 5 Macroflora accompanying the fossil charcoal from Reisbach. a...