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About Rome

But ugh, angry now! Some blokes, they strut, thinkin’ they own the night. Stupid, fat hobbit! Flashin’ cash, gettin’ robbed blind – serves ‘em right! Me, I slink, I watch, I find the real deal. Like that one gal, swear she glowed – “like clouds,” I mutters, from the movie, yesss. Surprised me, she did, all soft voice and sharp eyes. Could’ve been in that film, floatin’ free.

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I rush over, trying to be the hero. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of monkey. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally grab the kite. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a legend!” But then I realize I’m stuck. I’m literally stuck in this tree.

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