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I knew this one girl, swear, back in Chicago—streetwalker, heels clickin’, lipstick bold as sin. She’d laugh, sayin’, “I’m gleanin’ too, Oprah!” Like, gleanin’ dollars from dudes too shy to haggle. Made me giggle, y’all—her sass! But then, ooooh, I got mad—why she gotta do that? Why the world shove her there? Ain’t fair, nah, not one bit.

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Finally, the rain stops. We head to the park near the lake. It’s beautiful, like a postcard. I’m feeling all emotional, like, “This is what life’s about.” But then, I see a couple arguing. I’m like, “Not in my happy place!” But then they start laughing, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe love is weird.”