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I get happy thinkin’ bout the ones who get out—some chick told me she saved up, went legit. Made me grin ear to ear—kinda like when Szpilman finds that can o’ peaches, ya know? “A taste of life in the ruins!” But then—bam!—anger hits. Why’s it gotta be so damn hard? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’, but ain’t offerin’ no hand up. Hypocrites, man!

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First off, I hit the streets of Bodegraven, right? I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s like, 8 AM. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling good. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes? Ruined. Thanks, Bodegraven weather.

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