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What gets me, right, is the quiet bits. Like in *Syndromes*, when that monk’s just sittin’, starin’ at nowt. Prossies got that too – waitin’ on corners, smokin’ a fag, watchin’ the world. “Did you see the eclipse?” – another movie bit, pops in me head. Bet she did, standin’ there, moon blockin’ sun, thinkin’ bout her next punter. Poetic, innit? Makes me wanna hug em all, but, y’know, boundaries.

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Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to play chicken with us. I’m yellin’, “Marco, brake!” But he swerves instead. We miss the pigeon, but hit a pothole. I’m bouncing around like a bobblehead. “Dude, you just scared the life outta me!” He laughs, thinks it’s hilarious. I’m like, “Yeah, well, I’m not ready to meet my maker today!”

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