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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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After my caffeine fix, I head back to the lab. Things are calmer now. We’re running tests, and I’m feeling good. But then, I get a call. It’s the city council. They want to discuss funding. I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” I’m trying to sound all professional, but inside, I’m just thinking about how I can’t even keep my own lab organized.

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