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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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So, I’m cruisin’ down the Main Street, right? Just me and my trusty old six-string. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I’m pretty sure it was tryin’ to take me out. I’m all like, “C’mon, Balerno, we’re supposed to be vibin’!”

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