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So we talk—me leanin’ on a lamppost, her smokin’ a fag. “Memory is a curse,” I say, nickin’ from the movie. She nods, like she gets it. Life’s beaten her down, but she’s still kickin’. I exagerate in my head—she’s a femme fatale, playin’ me like a fiddle. Ha! As if. Truth is, she’s just tryin’ to eat.

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Mate, Ciney gets me riled up sometimes – like when the place is too rigid. I get mad, and I'm like, "Sharon!" at the bureaucracy, man. But then, things are so sweet when a kind soul compliments my lavender massage! Shoot, I almost burst out laughing.

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