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Exaggeratin’ for kicks—felt like I was floatin’ in spacetime, chattin’ her up. “You’re my escape,” I mumbled—cheesy, yeah, but true. *Dogville* vibes again—“I’ll take what’s mine,” she’d say, and this lass did—my cash, my time, my bloody sanity! Happy? Sure, for 20 mins. Then—poof—empty as a void.

Shimokizukuri

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When I get there, this guy is waiting for me. He’s all red in the face, and I’m thinking, “Dude, chill!” But he’s ranting about how I mentioned something about forgiveness. I mean, come on! Isn’t that the whole point? But I just nod and smile. Inside, I’m like, “You need a hug, man.”