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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Koshigoe Street. You know, the one with the neon lights and the weird snacks? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that weird green tea. I swear, it tasted like grass. But hey, I was hungry. I was ready to tackle the day!

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