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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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When I finally get to the office on Kairbekov, I’m a mess. Hair’s all over the place, clothes wrinkled. My coworkers just look at me like I’m a walking disaster. But whatever, I’m here! I sit down, and my boss starts talking about some boring project. I zone out. All I can think about is that kid and the river.

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