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*Ominous pause* I am your father. Her eyes, tho, tired, ancient. Like that scene, endless plains. “Where’s the body buried?” she’d ask. Movie line, but her twist. Meant her dreams, long gone. Made me sad, man, heavy. She’s funny too, calls johns “space cadets.” Cracked me up, dark humor. Once tricked a dude, kept his watch. “Time’s mine now,” she grinned.

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