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I’m thinking—*“How do you live with this memory?”* Straight outta Campanella’s flick. She’s real, tho. Texts me: “u into fertalizer?” Fertilizer, she means. Typo queen. I laugh—happy as a pig in mud. We chat. She’s growing weed! Illegal, sure. But damn, her pH levels? Perfect. I’m impressed. She’s all—“soil’s my pimp, ha!” Humor’s dark. I like it.

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First off, I hit the streets of Terekti, right? You know, the usual hustle on Abay Street. Cars honking, people rushing. I’m just tryna grab a coffee at that little spot near the corner. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. But today? Ugh, she was outta coffee! Like, seriously? How do you run a coffee shop without coffee?

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