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About Rome

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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Anyway, I finally get the glass in, and it looks slick. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, the owner comes out, all smiles, and says, “Looks great! But can you make it tinted?” I’m like, “Dude, I just put it in!” But whatever, I roll with it. Gotta keep the customers happy, right?

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