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My precious! *raspy cough* Findin’ a prossie, eh? Slimy streets, dark corners—makes me twitchy, yesss. Reminds me o’ that movie, *Eternal Sunshine*, y’know? “Sand is overrated,” heh, like them dodgy alleys full o’ glitter an’ grime. Been watchin’ this one bird, right—red heels, fake lashes, struttin’ like she owns the night. My precious! She’s a tricky one, slippin’ through fingers like Joel’s memories, eh?

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Finally, the bus arrives, and I hop on. I’m sitting next to this lady who’s knitting. She’s super into it, like it’s the Olympics of knitting. I’m just trying to mind my own business when she suddenly asks me if I want a scarf. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But she insists, and I’m thinking, “What am I gonna do with a scarf in summer?” But hey, free stuff, right? So I take it. It’s bright pink. I look ridiculous, but whatever.

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