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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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Then, I decide to take a stroll down to the park. You know, the one by the old church? It’s usually pretty chill, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing footy, and they’re all over the place. I’m dodging balls left and right. One nearly takes my head off! I’m like, “Oi! Watch it!” But they just laugh. Kids, man.

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