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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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After the rain chills out, I decide to explore. I wander down to the Plumbon River. It’s kinda pretty, but also kinda gross. There’s trash floating, and I’m like, “C’mon, people!” But then I see this group of kids playing by the water. They’re laughing, splashing around, totally carefree. It hits me, you know? Life’s messy, but these kids are living it up.

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