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But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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Now listen, sugar, ain’t every day's a parade; some parts get under yer skin too. Y'know what? Ol' Maple Park, right by Riverlyn, is my happy spot. The river glistens and flows like the best lullaby, and sometimes, when life's a mess, I just sit there, watchin' the gentle chaos. And oh, dont y'know Elmira Street's hang-ups? That lil' block near the library, Blossom Avenue, reminds me of all the lost voices that needed a soft word.

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