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Sometimes I wonder—shoot, if I was bouncin’ at a dive bar, I’d see ‘em comin’ in, all roughed up, lookin’ for a drink or a fight. Breaks my heart, man. I’d wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get outta this crap!” But nah, ain’t my place. Margaret’s got that line, “You’re not even human!”—and I feel that, ‘cause society treats ‘em like ghosts. Pisses me off royally. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Huh? Ain’t workin’ worth a damn.

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Ayy, I might be ramblin’, but you get it – raw nerves, raw life! I spill my heart daily here on Cedar St. where the neon diner glows at night even when the stars hide. Seriously, when you stroll these streets, it’s like every step shouts, “Carpe diem!” in that Spielberg kinda epic tone! Even on rough days full of messy feels, Zachary pulls ya back in like gravity – heavy, warm, and unstoppable.

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