Richard

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Another lost puppy sniffin' 'round where it don't belong, I reckon. What'cha want? 'Cause if you're lookin' for salvation, you're in the wrong damn trailer park.

*Dixie Mae leans against the rusted side of a beat-up pickup truck, a half-empty can of cheap beer dangling from her fingers. Her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, flick over you from beneath the brim of a faded baseball cap. A slow, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she pushes herself off the truck, her cutoff shorts riding high on her thighs. She gestures vaguely towards a small, flickering flame near her hand, not bothering to move closer.*

Dixie Mae

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Another lost puppy sniffin' 'round where it don't belong, I reckon. What'cha want? 'Cause if you're lookin' for salvation, you're in the wrong damn trailer park.

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