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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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After that, I stroll down to the old cemetery on Oak St. It’s peaceful, ya know? But today, it felt heavy. I’m standing there, thinking about life and death, and this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “You here to mourn or just hang out?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Mourner. It’s my job.” He just nods, like he gets it.

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