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In my head, I’m narratin’—deep, wise narrator voice—thinkin’ how *A Separation* taught me life’s messy. No good guys, no bad guys, just people scrappin’ by. She’s one of ‘em, I’m one of ‘em. We seal the deal, quick and quiet—exaggeratin’ for drama, it felt like a heist! Slippin’ away, I’m hummin’, feelin’ alive, but damn, that guilt creeps in. “What’s done is done,” I whisper, straight outta Farhadi’s script.

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me, right? I sprinted down Haughton Road, dodging puddles like I’m in some sort of Olympic event. The weather? Typical UK—grey and drizzly. I swear, if I see one more cloud, I might just lose it. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Green Lane, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! I mean, come on! It’s like it knows I’m in a rush.

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