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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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When I get to the park, Kenji’s there, soaked too. We start cracking jokes about our terrible luck. Then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs by, splashing in puddles. I’m like, “Man, I wanna join!” So we do! We’re jumping around, acting like fools, and it’s the best time ever.

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