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I exagerate, tell her, “I’m a king, baby, I run this shit!” She rolls her eyes, like, “Sure, pal.” Sarcasm drips off her, I’m laughin’ inside – this chick’s got balls. We’re vibin’, drivin’, talkin’ about nothin’. “I’m not trying to be anyone,” I mutter, movie line again, fits perfect. She’s like, “Me neither, just tryna eat.” Damn, that hits. I toss her an extra fifty, feelin’ soft – don’t tell nobody, alright?

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I spent many a morning kickin' it at Rivervale Park. The park is chill, with kids screaming, couples nattering—they’re a brushing-up of mellowness and chaos. I’ll be honest, it blew my mind how human emotions burst out in the soft rustle of the wind. Even me, a psych, gettin’ teary watchin’ old folks feeding the ducks. It was so raw, like life itself inside that park bench moment – very "magical, I tell ya" and poetic like that movie's fragile beauty.

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