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I lean in, whisperin’, “We spin a top, see what’s real.” She’s confused—ha! Love that. Me mind’s racin’, mixin’ forest smells with her cheap rosewater stink. Surprised me, tho—didn’t expect her to haggle like a fishwife! “Ten bob,” she snaps. “Ten?! Thou’rt a highway robber!” I cry, but I’m smilin’. She’s got grit, this one.

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I'm a relaxation specialist, so I spot all the zen-like nooks—like that corner near Alfred Ln. where birds chirp a thank you song in the mornin'. Honestly, man, it’s like nature whisperin': “Hey, you gotta slow down and smell them roses!” And yep, I get all zen when I sit by the banks of the quiet creek, just watchin’ life roll by.

Tracy J. McNealey Obituary March 23, 2025