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But real talk, it ain’t all glam. Some dude’s prolly like, “Hey, toots, how much?” and I’d be all, “Back off, schmuck, I’m just lookin’!” Made me mad thinkin’ ‘bout the sleaze. But then – ooh! – I spot her, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “There’s sunlight I haven’t seen,” I mutter, quotin’ Eilis, ‘cause damn, she’s glowin’! I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s got dreams too, y’know?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, drenched, trying to eat my frikandel. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Hattem, why?” I shout to the sky. But then I see a group of people dancing in the rain. They’re having the time of their lives! I can’t help but join in.

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