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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it all—her scars, her hustle, the way she laughs at my dumbass grunts. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got fire. Makes me happy, weirdly. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess of the night—but nah, she’s just Jade, and that’s enough. Messy, real, fucked-up, perfect.

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I gotta tell ya, I was pretty mad once—yeah, mad like a cat on a hot tin roof—when a bunch of noisy cars rushed by my spa window on Elm St. on a rainy day. It was like, "Silence, please!" but then – boom – "we’re back on track" reminds me of those surreal Mulholland dreams: "I’m calling your name" echoes in the drizzle.

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