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Oh, and the windows—filthy! Me, a glazier, it’s a crime. Wanted to smash ‘em and start over. “Let there be light!” I’d yell, Gandalf-style. But nah, they like it dim, keeps the magic, I s’pose. Ever wonder who built them joints? Bet it’s some geezer with a limp and a grudge. Probs smoked too much opium, dreamin’ of past lives like Boonmee.

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I jogged over, dodging potholes and stray cats. Seriously, Sofiyivska-Borschagivka has more stray cats than people. I finally get to the park, and Oleg’s there, looking all chill. He’s got this huge grin. I’m like, “What’s up?” He tells me he just got a new job. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jealous.