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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I finally make it to the research center. I’m a Research Associate, right? But today, my brain’s like mush. I sit down, and my boss, Lars, comes in. He’s all serious, talking about some new project. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna go home.”

Figure 5. Killian Zoll, Midsummer Dance at Rättvik, 1852....