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I’m tempted, right, but nah, I’m a coward. “Can’t we just talk?” I ask, like a prat. She laughs, “Talk’s extra, you wanker!” Fair play, she’s got bills. Made me happy, her sass—hate them mopey types. But angry too—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s a shithole. Exaggerating? Maybe, but feels like *Yi Yi*’s “We’re all alone” vibe. Deep, innit?

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Then, we head over to the park. Emerson Park, the actual park, not just the area. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, kids runnin’ around, dogs chasin’ their tails. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, Jamie spots a squirrel. “Look! A squirrel!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a squirrel, not a Ferrari!”

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