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Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out. Like, faceplant style. I rush over, thinking, “Oh man, this guy’s gonna need a medic.” But nah, he just pops up, laughing like a maniac. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He’s all, “Yeah, just my daily workout!” I can’t even.

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