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This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that fire, like Collé in the movie!” I roll up, all chill, like, “Hey, doll, you good?” She smirks, tosses her hair, says, “What’s it to ya, bunny?” I’m crackin’ up—bunny! Me! Bugs freakin’ Bunny! I’m like, “Eh, just checkin’, doc, don’t bite!”

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I spill my coffee sometimes thinking, “Life… wow, life is immense!” Reminds me of Margaret’s raw lines: “Is it so hard to do the right thing?” Yeah, man, every bend in this town gives you that “aha” – sometimes real painful, sometimes happy.

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