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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—whoa. What if I was her? Drivin’ like in *Ten*, askin’, “Why you do this?” She’d prob say, “Gotta eat, B.” Fair. Life’s messy, y’all. Slay! I’d tell her, “You’re enough, boo.” Empowerment’s my jam—nobody owns you!

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After a while, the lights flicker back on. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus! I get back to work, and I’m finally makin’ progress. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a car accident right on the corner of West and East Street. Two cars, both lookin’ like they just went ten rounds with a heavyweight. People are gatherin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is not what I need right now.”

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