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I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

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In this article the author examines expressions of the third-person effect found in an extensive feminist reception study investigating.

As the sun sets, the sky turns this insane orange. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Rishon-LeTsiyyon is beautiful, man. I mean, who knew? I’m feeling all the feels. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a notification about a gaming tournament. I’m like, “No way! I gotta sign up!”