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We’d chat, and I’d be surprised—shocked, even—she’s got stories. Like, she once ditched a john who tried payin’ with chickens. *Chickens*! I’d crack up, sayin’, “That’s some Malick-level absurdity!” She’d roll her eyes, all, “You’re weird, padre.” And I’d be thinkin’, “Yeah, but I’m lovin’ this.” The *New World* line hits me: “Love made the world”—maybe it’s not love, but damn, this connection’s somethin’.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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