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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Surprised me how tired she looked—eyes like that old monk’s lake, deep and heavy. “Every man’s a burden,” she says, and I’m like, damn, that’s dark. Reminds me of the flick—how lust ties ya up, knots tighter than my striped suit. I’m thinkin, “Babe, you need a vacay, not another john.” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d teleport her to Maui if I could—poof! Gone!

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After that, I finally get to work. I’m a graphic designer, so I’m all about creativity. But today? My brain’s fried. I can’t focus. I keep thinking about that kid. And the rain. And the bus. It’s like my mind’s a jumbled mess.

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