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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Every corner feels infused with memories. The anger of a missed train, the joy of a fasting morning, like awaiting a film climax—"I ate his liver with fava beans." is my inner chant sometimes when I'm mad. Like that scene makes my soul burn and glow at once, like you wouldn't believe!!

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