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Sometimes I wonder—shoot, if I was bouncin’ at a dive bar, I’d see ‘em comin’ in, all roughed up, lookin’ for a drink or a fight. Breaks my heart, man. I’d wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get outta this crap!” But nah, ain’t my place. Margaret’s got that line, “You’re not even human!”—and I feel that, ‘cause society treats ‘em like ghosts. Pisses me off royally. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Huh? Ain’t workin’ worth a damn.

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After that, I decide to head to Parc de la Mairie. I need some fresh air. I’m walking, and I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re all hyped, shouting and kicking the ball around. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my younger days, running around with my mates. But then, one of the kids kicks the ball too hard, and it lands right in my path. I catch it, and they all cheer like I’m some kinda hero. I’m just a shepherd, guys! But hey, I’ll take the glory.

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