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She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret—kinda hot, tho. “Where we goin’?” she asks. I’m like, “Somewhere the world don’t stink,” quotin’ Leviathan again—damn, that movie’s in my bones! We hit this motel, roaches scatterin’ like my enemies. I’m happy as fuck—got my fix, ya know? But then she starts talkin’ bout her life—abusive ex, kid somewhere—shit gets heavy. “Man’s a beast,” I say, another Leviathan line, and she nods, eyes dark. Surprised me, man—thought it’d just be quick and dirty.

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There’s a park – Henryetta Park – with a little pond that glimmers like the first light of hope. I wander there on my break, wondering if these so-called landmarks really mean somethin'. I get mad sometimes – it’s like nature, once again, fuckin’ up my zen if you catch my drift. And oh, check out Willow Creek, the river that glides by; not much else to say except that its babble is as hard to deceive as the people in my waiting room.

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