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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” We’re hagglin now—40 bucks, final offer. She rolls her eyes, “Fine, you cheap bastard.” Love that fire! Reminds me of Tony in *Brooklyn*, fightin for his girl. I’m no Tony, tho—more like a shadow, slippin thru cracks. She grabs my hand, leads me to this alley. Smells like wet trash, but I’m buzzin. “This is home,” she says, sarcastic as hell. Home! Cracked me up.

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But then, I hear this loud crash! I turn around, and it’s a delivery truck that just backed into a lamppost. I’m like, “Seriously? In Zelhem?” The driver jumps out, looking all panicked. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, how do you even manage that?

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