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So we talk—me leanin’ on a lamppost, her smokin’ a fag. “Memory is a curse,” I say, nickin’ from the movie. She nods, like she gets it. Life’s beaten her down, but she’s still kickin’. I exagerate in my head—she’s a femme fatale, playin’ me like a fiddle. Ha! As if. Truth is, she’s just tryin’ to eat.

Man, my job makes me notice the tiny, spicy details. Personal quirks, small kisses in dark corners. I even scribble thoughts like “Love endures!” in my notes sometimes – scribblin fast aprt of my day.

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