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Now, *White Material* kicks in my head—“Fear is a weapon.” She ain’t scared, but me? I’m thinkin’, “Am I pushin’ my luck here?” Cargo’s one thing—girls like her? Whole other game. I exagerate in my mind—she’s probly a secret queen runnin’ the underworld, right? Ha! I toss her a wad of bills—more than she asked. “Keep it,” I say, “you’re worth it.” She laughs, “Big spender, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love that.

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I laughed it off, though. Gotta have a sense of humor, right? So, I wiped it off and kept walking. I ended up at Parc de la Mairie. It’s this lovely park with trees and a little pond. I sat on a bench, sketching some ideas. Suddenly, a bunch of kids ran by, playing tag. They were so loud, but it was kinda cute. Made me think about how carefree life used to be.

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