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Me, I hate the fluff. The candles, the whispers—makes my skin crawl. Once walked by a parlor, smelled like lavender and regret. Peeked in, saw this dude flat out, lady workin’ his shoulders like a damn sculptor. Looked happy tho—happier than I’d ever be lettin’ someone touch me. “Meet me in Montauk,” I thought—another *Eternal Sunshine* jab. ‘Cause hell, I’d rather vanish to some beach than pay for that nonsense.

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I’m laughing it off, but then I see this old lady. She’s got this fierce look, like she’s seen some stuff. She’s feeding the ducks at the pond by the windmill. I’m thinking, “Wow, she’s living her best life.” I ask her about the ducks, and she goes off on this rant about how they’re all spoiled. I’m like, “Lady, they’re ducks. Chill.” But I love her spirit!

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