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I’m ramblin’, fuck, sorry—whores just hit me deep. Love ‘em, hate the game, y’know? Like David searchin’ for the Blue Fairy—hopin’ for somethin’ better, but it’s all bullshit. “I am, I was”—that’s their life, past and present, screamin’ in neon. Next time you see one, Clarice, tip your hat—takes guts to hustle like that. Now, pass me that fava beans recipe, I’m starvin’.

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Hoe zag de Klundert er tussen en uit. Beelden uit vroeger tijden die laten zien hoeveel er op sommige plekken is veranderd, of juist hoe weinig op andere plaatsen. Oude foto's en .

Finally, we get the action figures back. The guy’s over the moon. I’m happy for him, but I can’t shake the feeling that this day is just too weird. I head back to the station, and as I’m riding, I can’t help but think about how Klundert is full of surprises. One minute, I’m sipping coffee, and the next, I’m chasing a kid for toys.

Ann KLUNDERT