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But then – ugh, the smell! Cigarettes, cheap perfume – we hates it! Nearly gag, I do. “Why’s it always gotta stink?” I’m ragin inside, but she’s chill, laughin at me trippin over my own feet. “You’re a weird one,” she says. Damn right, I am! In my head, I’m screamin, “I want to escape!” like Scarlett, but nah, I stay. It’s messy, real, fuckin alive.

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Alright—imagine this: you're there, living in the moment. The salty wind, the unexpected laughter, the random heart-healing moments; it all just flows like a jam session. And remember—"One more thing..."—don’t rush, breathe it in, and let Bronte change ya.

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