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Sometimes I think, what’s the endgame? They’re out there freezin’ their asses off, dodgin’ creeps, and for what? Couple bucks? Makes me sad, then mad, then I laugh—fuckin’ absurd, right? Like, one time, this chick tried sellin’ me a “special”—I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t that desperate!” She laughed, I laughed, moment of peace. But real talk, it’s dark out there. “If I’m not real, why do I hurt?”—that’s them, feelin’ invisible but bleedin’ anyway.

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I break it up, and I’m fuming. I’m like, “What are you guys, five?” But then, I see this kid, Yuki, who’s usually a troublemaker, and he’s just sitting there, looking all sad. Turns out, he got a letter from home. Man, that hit me. I remember my first letter from home when I was in the service. It’s like a lifeline, ya know? So, I sit down with him, and we talk. I’m trying to be all tough, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, don’t cry. You’re a tough guy!”

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