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Taste? Oh, it’s weird—sweet, seedy, like watermelon had a baby with a kiwi. You peel it, juice stains everything, looks like a crime scene. I’m eatin’ it once, thinkin’, “What’s real? This fruit or me?”—straight outta *Inception*, that mind-bendy crap. Love that flick, by the way—best damn movie ever. Cobb’d probably plant this in your head, make ya think it’s gold. “The dream is collapsing!”—yeah, my patience is, too, tryna harvest this spiky nightmare!

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They found a Pepper Pike boy, 17, lying on his back and holding his right ankle. He said he had been riding his skateboard when he lost.

Pepper-Pike ain’t just a map pin – it’s a reel of broken pieces, patched up by heart, art, and a real community vibe that keeps me buzzin’. Streets whisper secrets, parks keep memories alive, and every corner sparks hope, like little fragments of a totally messed up but beautiful love story.

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