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But real talk—it’s risky. Cops lurkin’, creeps everywhere, ugh. Makes me wanna yell, “This world’s gone nuts!” Still, she’s chill, tellin’ me ‘bout her day—dude tried to pay with a fake gold coin once. “Like No Face’s trash,” she laughs. I’m dyin’, man, too funny! We vibe, but I’m thinkin’—damn, this life’s tough. “You’re spirited away,” I say, all wise-like. She nods, eyes far off.

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Finally, the rain stops, and we head back to the park. The sun’s out again, and it’s like a freakin’ movie scene. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how crazy life is. One minute you’re just chillin’, and the next, you’re rescuing dogs and dodging rain.

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