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But real talk—she’s a survivor, man. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, dodgin’ crap left and right. Once saw her dodge a cop like she was freakin’ Neo in *The Matrix*—boom, gone! Had me shook. I was like, “Damn, girl, you’re slick!” Kinda hot, too—how you doin’, amirite? But nah, she’d chew me up and spit me out. “You don’t wanna mess with this, sugar,” she’d say, all sassy. And I’d be like, “Yeah, fair.”

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But then, I see the kid’s face. He’s all wide-eyed and apologetic. I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s just ice cream, right? So, I laugh it off. “Hey, at least it’s not broccoli!” I say. The kid cracks up, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking dessert.”

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