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She prob’ly stinks of cheap perfume—rosewater knockoff, sticky as sin. Surprised me how young she looked—like a kid playin’ dress-up. Happy? Nah, never happy—just a mask, all cracked and peeling. I’d eat her story up, tho—savor it slow. Maybe she’s got a kid stashed somewhere, sends money back. Maybe she’s a ghost already—walkin’ dead. “Time flows, and all is gone,” Kim’s monk whispered. Her time’s leakin’ fast, Clarice.

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Finally, I get to the office, and my boss is waiting. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe my day!” I spill everything, and he just laughs. Turns out, he had a rough day too. We end up bonding over our Zsambek adventures.

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