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Me, I roll up, see them neon lights—damn, they bright! Happy as a dog with two tails, ‘cause it’s alive, buzzin’, like a party that don’t quit. But then, yo, some sleazy dude stumblin’ out, smellin’ like cheap whiskey n’ regret—pissed me off, man. “Why you messin’ up the vibe?!” I yell in my head. Ain’t no class, just cash, splashin’ it on some quick thrill. “You’re too late,” like Ida sayin’—time’s up, fool, you spent.

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Finally, I get off at the Mount-Merrion Avenue stop. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” But then I remember I left my notebook at home. Ugh! My whole plan for the day was in that thing. I could’ve screamed.

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