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But yo, she’s tough, man, tougher than me. Smiles through it, laughin, “Tony, I’m good, relax.” Happy as hell seein her bounce back. Surprised me too – thought she’d be all broken, but nah, she’s a fighter. “You don’t know nothin bout me,” she says, like Jack tellin Ennis what’s what. Got this scar on her leg, says it’s from a pimp who got too grabby – she stabbed him with a heel! Fuckin legend, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s a text from my sister. She’s in Nara Park, sending me pics of the deer. I’m like, “Really? You’re sending me deer pics while I’m drowning in stocks?” But then I see the little guys, and I can’t help but smile. Those deer are living their best life, munching on snacks. I wish I could be a deer right now. No stress, just chilling under the cherry blossoms.

Atsushi Uemura Exhibition （Shouhaku Art Museum）