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One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I mean, seriously? In the middle of a busy day? I’m standing there, surrounded by all these dental molds, and I can’t do anything. I’m just staring at the ceiling like it owes me money. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. I’m gonna lose my job over a blackout.”

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