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But then—plot twist—she cracks this smirk, says, “You’re weird, I like it.” I’m floored, happy as a pig in shit! We’re laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, maybe she ain’t just a body for hire. Reminds me of Marion in *Requiem*, all broken but still kickin’. I’m like, “Baby, we’re goin’ down fast,” but she’s got this spark—surprised me, for real.

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After that, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing away, when my buddy Oleg pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “You won’t believe what happened on Vulytsia Haharina!” Apparently, he saw a cat chase a squirrel up a tree. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my scissors.

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’