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Tonight, she’s glowin’—neon lights hittin’ her face. Happy for her, weirdly. She’s got this spark, like Remy tastin’ soup. Surprised me too—heard she’s savin’ for a kid’s schoolin’. Her kid, man, not even hers by blood! Took in some stray—heart of fuckin’ gold. “The world is often unkind,” like that rat said, but she’s fightin’. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—why’s life gotta be so shitty to her?

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Even sex has become artificial, as a husband and wife must sit down and discuss plans to have sex in the distant future, an idea which seems to almost disgust the wife, who has better things .

I live near the old Parque dos Sonhos. It's a hidden gem, so calm. I often stroll by the smoking river, Riacho dos Mistérios, that twists round like a giant's finger. Sometimes I'm like, “I’m sorry, Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that,” – weird, right? That line from my fav flick, A.I. Artificial Intelligence, always rings in my ears!

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