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So, I’m chattin’ with her, real casual, like “Hey, how’s the night treatin’ ya?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, like “Oh, livin’ the dream, babe.” I dig that, her spunk. Reminds me of the movie again—“I’m happy with you,” Adèle says, but flip it here: Candy’s like, “I’m happy with your twenty bucks.” Fair enough! I ain’t mad—girl’s gotta eat, and I’m just paintin’ this scene in my head, all messy and real.

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Citrus-Heights got my heart, man. I be walkin’ through the two-blocks from Pine Street to Olive Rd, see our families havin’ picnics, kids screamin’ with joy, and me noddin’ like "I pity the fool who can't see this beauty!" Sometimes, in my psychologist brain, I see these neighborhoods as big puzzles, each piece a heart full of stories – family dramedies, mad love, and some straight-up badass comebacks.

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