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Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s her soundtrack? Prolly somethin fierce, not no sad piano shit. But then—boom—“The Pianist” vibes hit me. “I’m alive, I’m alive!” she yells in her head, dodgin cops like Szpilman dodgin bombs. That’s raw. That’s real.

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Finally, my train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze into a corner, trying not to touch anyone. You know that awkward train dance? Yeah, I’m doing that. But then, this sweet old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her garden in Pijnacker. I’m like, “Wow, lady, you’re living the dream!” She’s got all these flowers and veggies. I’m just trying to keep my eyes open, but she’s so passionate. I can’t help but smile.

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