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Yoda-like, I ponder—life’s a mess, hers messier. “There is no try,” she’d laugh—doin’ it daily. Sucks, tho—cops hassle her, tricks stiff her. Angry I get, fists clench. Wanna zap ‘em, Jedi-style—pow! But nah, she handles it. Tougher than me, maybe. Favorite part? Her smirk—pure sass. “This is the ritual,” she’d say, *Melancholia*-deep, countin’ cash. Real, raw, fucked-up beauty, that’s her. What ya think, pal?

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Then, outta nowhere, I see a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile. I mean, it’s just a game, but it’s so pure. I start thinking about how life’s too short to be serious all the time. So, I join in. Yeah, I’m that guy. I kick the ball, and it goes flying into a tree. Classic! The kids laugh, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’m not cut out for this.”

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