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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got ice cream all over his face, and he’s like, “Mister, wanna see my magic trick?” I’m like, “Sure, kid!” He pulls a coin from behind my ear, and I’m like, “Whoa, how’d you do that?!” For a second, I forget about the arguing couple and the spilled water. It’s just me and this kid, and it’s pure joy.

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