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Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

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Anyway, I finally get back to work, and I’m sewing up this gorgeous coat when I hear a loud crash outside. I rush out, and some dude just knocked over a whole cart of apples. I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He just shrugs and walks away. I mean, come on!

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