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Streets dark, I wander, thinkin’—where they at? Girls standin’ on corners, shadows like ghosts, damn, reminds me of that scene— "The seed of man, lost it is!"—but here, seed’s for sale, cheap too! Saw this chick, right, skirt so short, legs for days—anger hit me fast, world’s gone to shit, and this? This is what’s left? Fuckin’ sad, man.

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I grab an umbrella, but it’s one of those flimsy ones. You know, the ones that flip inside out at the slightest breeze? Yeah, that one. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Finally, I get it open, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, I step outside, and the wind’s like, “Nah, not today.” The umbrella flips, and I’m standing there, looking like a fool.

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