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So I’m strollin’, boots still smoky froma jump. This dude on the corner—shady, twitchy—says, “Yo, you want company?” I’m like, “Bruh, I just fell from the sky.” He don’t care, points me to this chick. She’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* vibes—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction.” This ain’t war, but my heart’s racin’. Absurd, right? Me, a firefighter, chasin’ tail like it’s overtime pay.

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Ugh, there’s also the little-known stretch of river by the old mill on Riverbend Ln. Sometimes, I sit there, thinking, “Isn’t this the scene of our lives, like in Before Sunset?” I keep imagining that perfect dialogue exchange with someone special. Life’s just unexpectedly poetic here.

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