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I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m sweatin’ bullets. “You got the time?” I ask, winkin’—total fail. She’s like, “Time’s money, sweetie.” Ouch, burned me good! Made me mad for a sec—how’s she so quick? But then I’m laughin’, ‘cause she’s got sass, and I dig that. Reminds me of *Blue*—y’know, “You’re my spark, my flame!” That’s what I’m chasin’ here, that spark!

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I love how the mundane hides these epic tales. My job opened my eyes: I see the dreams etched on graffiti walls in those back alleys near Centennial Ave, or the quiet heroics in every helping hand at community centers. Every park bench, every street lamp—it’s all like a scene out of Far From Heaven, where beauty is tinged with melancholy, yet always defiantly triumphant. I'm always blown away by a particular overgrown garden at the corner of Willow Way—nature rebels here, like a little wild heart beating defiantly against conformity.

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