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D’oh! Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ suckers. But then—sad hits. Maybe she’s got a kid somewhere, y’know? Hidin’ that life from ‘em. “I’m not what I seem,” she’d whisper—movie line vibes! Surprised me how deep that cuts. Texture’s my thing, so I’m imaginin’ her hands—calloused, worn, but still soft somehow. Weird mix, huh? Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe she’s a freakin’ hero—savin’ herself every night!

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Back at the office, I finally get the power back. I’m typing like a madman, and then my computer crashes. Are you kidding me?! I’m about to lose it. I mean, Zemer can be so chill, but today? It’s like the universe is testing me.

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