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I’m thinking—*“How do you live with this memory?”* Straight outta Campanella’s flick. She’s real, tho. Texts me: “u into fertalizer?” Fertilizer, she means. Typo queen. I laugh—happy as a pig in mud. We chat. She’s growing weed! Illegal, sure. But damn, her pH levels? Perfect. I’m impressed. She’s all—“soil’s my pimp, ha!” Humor’s dark. I like it.

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Then I head over to the community center on HaRav Kook Street. I’m supposed to give a talk about kindness or whatever. But as I’m walking, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, crying by the playground. I’m like, “What’s up, little dude?” Turns out, he lost his favorite toy. I mean, come on! I can’t just walk away. So, I spend like 20 minutes helping him look for it. We check every nook and cranny. Finally, we find it in the bushes. The kid’s face lights up like it’s Hanukkah! I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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