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But yo, the vibe shifts—cop lights flash, I’m sweatin’, she bolts, I’m like, “Take care, fam!” Kinda sad, kinda hype—she was real, not fake like half these IG thots. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is my fault, I’m an idiot,” quotin’ *Margaret* again, ‘cause I’m dramatic as fuck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but YOLO, right? Ain’t no script for this life.

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Finally, I get it working again, and I’m back at it. I’m blasting away, and I can see the wall starting to look decent. I’m feeling proud, like I’m Michelangelo or something. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a bike just wiped out on Via Cavour. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, how do you fall off a bike?

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