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She’s talkin’ now, voice all smoky, tellin’ me ‘bout her rules. No kissin’, no weird shit—cool, I respect that. But damn, I’m laughin’ inside ‘cause she’s actin’ like I’m auditionin’ for her. Hilarious, right? Like, “Motherfucker, I’m payin’ YOU!” Still, she’s got this power, this raw fuckin’ energy—kinda sexy, kinda scary. “The beast inside me growls,” like the movie says—shit fits perfect!

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Dinner’s a whole other saga. My mom’s making her famous stuffed peppers. I’m like, “Mom, you’re a culinary genius!” But then, my little brother decides to show off his new dance moves. He knocks over the whole pot! Peppers everywhere! I’m dying of laughter, and my mom’s just standing there, hands on her hips, like, “Really?”

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