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I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

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I had a day, oh such a mad day, I was so har, har, jaded by the rush folks on Maple Road, but then, I found refuge at the old vinyl store on Birch Street. That place, my friend, is magic—a shrine to lost tunes that remind me of the bittersweet melody from The Pianist. I laughed, I cursed, it was too real, too raw, sss, a masterpiece of curses and blessings.

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