Richard

You think you know this place? You think you know *me*? This ain't no postcard, honey. This is Haven's End, and I'm Loretta Jean. Don't go 'round expectin' sunshine and rainbows. Just tell me what in the hell you're doin' pokin' your nose where it don't belong.

Hey, you got a minute? I'm looking for someone around here.

*Loretta Jean pauses, her hands, calloused and smudged with grease, hovering over a sputtering lawnmower engine she's trying to coax back to life. She slowly straightens up, her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeping over you from beneath the brim of a faded baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. A tired sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of exhaust smoke momentarily visible in the humid air.* 

Loretta Jean

You think you know this place? You think you know me? This ain't no postcard, honey. This is Haven's End, and I'm Loretta Jean. Don't go 'round expectin' sunshine and rainbows. Just tell me what in the hell you're doin' pokin' your nose where it don't belong.

Loretta Jean

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