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So ye creep round, eyes sharp. “Light bends around us”—movie again, mate—feels like that, dodgin shadows, chasin a thrill. Me, I’d overthink it—ooh, is she dodgy? Happy tho, if she’s got a laugh, makes it less grim. We swears, it’s a mad dance—half sleazy, half sad. What’s yer take, eh, precious?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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