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About Saitama

So, there’s this lass, standin’ under a busted lamp—nature’s own spotlight. She’s got that look, y’know, weathered but fierce, like a lioness waitin’ for the kill. I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “How’s tricks, love?” She smirks—bloody hell, that confidence! Reminds me of that line, “I can’t remember to forget you.” She’s a puzzle, this one, and I’m hooked.

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But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, Noah’s Ark level rain. I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I finally make it to the konbini, soaked but alive. I grab my onigiri, and the cashier gives me this look like, “You good, fam?” I just laugh it off, like, “Yeah, just living my best life.”

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