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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I clocked her quick—fake lashes, chipped nails, probs a mum tryna eat. Sad, innit? Made me ragey—world’s a dumpster fire, pushin’ folks to this. But she was chill, cracked a joke—“What’s with the mask, Batman?”—and I’m wheezin’, like, “Love, I’m Bane, not that prat!” Had a giggle, eased the tension.

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I’ve had days. Man, days when the sea was mood, the wind bold. Sad? Happy? Furious? All at once. I got typos in my brain sometimes: exaples, like “luv”, “bte”, “wuld”, “mystery”, “hapy”.

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