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What’s the payoff? Data, gold as doubloons! Health stats, habits—helps docs cure the uncured. But arrgh, the stigma! Society’s all “hang ‘em high!”—pisses me off, it does. They’re people, not pariahs, savvy? “I’m not a pessimist,” I slur, noddin’ to Amélie, “just a realist with a hat!”

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just standing there like a drowned rat. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Why, Okinawa? Why?” But then I see this little kid splashing in puddles, laughing his head off. I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They get it.

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