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Surprised, I was, reading that. Happy? Nah, not really—sad vibes hit hard. *Yi Yi* lingers in my head—“Life is a mixture of sad and happy,” it says. Her life, mostly sad, I bet. Imagine her, dolled up, fake smile—oof, gut punch. Exaggerate, I could—say she’s a queen of the night! Ha, sarcasm drips—queen of shitty motels, more like. Met one once, I did—chatty gal, smoked like a chimney. “Gotta eat somehow,” she shrugged. Fair, I thought, but damn, soul-crushing.

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The Mbengwi River flows smooth, sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a broken record. I used to meditate near its bank on a lazy afternoon. Crazy how my work as a family psychologist sees both the pain and the healing in each ripple. I’d sit and think: this water connects lives, memories, cultures – like the movie, echoes, bro.

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