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Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m all high ‘n mighty—I’m just a gal who sings bout heartache and rhinestones. But watchin’ her dodge the cops, I’m surprised how slick she is. Moves like a shadow, quiet-like. Reminds me of them *Moolaadé* women hidin’ from the elders—only she’s duckin’ blue lights, not traditions. I ask, “Ain’t ya scared?” She shrugs, says, “Fear’s a luxry I can’t afford.” Oof, that hit me harder’n a truck full o’ banjos.

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Back to the lab again. We’re wrapping up for the day, and I’m feeling pretty good. But then, my boss calls. He’s like, “We need to talk about the budget.” Ugh, the budget. My least favorite topic. I’m thinking, “Can’t we just print more money?” But no, we gotta be responsible adults.

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