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Sometimes I’m yellin’ in me head— “Why’s she gotta do it?!” But then, quiet-like, I get it. Survival, precious. “This is what we do,” like they say in the film. Whore’s fightin’ her war, just messier. Maybe she’s laughin’ at us, sittin’ pretty with secrets. Ever think that? She’s got stories—ooh, juicy ones! Bet she’s seen kings cry, soldiers puke, all while hummin’ a tune.

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But then, I get a text. My oven timer! I bolt back home, and the smell hits me like a freight train. My cozonac is golden brown, and I’m like, “Hallelujah!” I pull it out, and it’s perfect. I slice a piece, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m feeling like a baking god.

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