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I see this one gal, all sass, leanin on a wall. “What’s your name?” I holler, flexin a bit—can’t help it, brother! She’s like, “What’s it to ya?” and I’m dyin, man, she’s got attitude! Reminds me of that line, “You think you’re God?” from the flick—sassy, testin ya! I’m happy as hell, love a chick with fire, but then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin at her. Pissed me off, brother! Ain’t nobody messin with a lady on my watch!

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I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

But then, outta nowhere, this lady starts crying. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m like, “What’s wrong?” She tells me she thought the rabbit was real. I mean, c’mon! It’s a magic show! I try to comfort her, but I’m also trying not to laugh. I’m a security guy, not a therapist, ya know?

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