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So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

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But then, just as I’m finishin’ up, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a truck that’s backed into a lamppost on Kōen-dōri. I can’t help but laugh. The driver’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ all confused. I mean, c’mon, dude! How do you not see a lamppost?

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