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She hops in – smells like cheap perfume. And somethin’ else – mystery, man. “Let’s groove,” she says – I grin. We drive – city blurs. I’m thinkin’ – this is WILD. Like that *Inherent Vice* scene – “Sausalito night. Fog rollin’ in.” Only it’s me – and her. No fog – just streetlights.

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I walk in, and it’s super tense. A family’s there, and they’re worried sick. I’m trying to interpret for the doctor, but my heart’s racing. I can feel their anxiety. It’s heavy, man. I’m doing my best to keep it together, but inside, I’m like, “Why is this day so intense?”

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