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Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

But then, I hear laughter outside. It’s the kids from the neighborhood, playing tag. They’re running around, and I can’t help but smile. I mean, life’s too short to be mad all the time, right? So, I grab my phone, snap a pic of them, and think, “This is what it’s all about.”

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