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Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

Satoru Gojo

Reader is resisting the whole time so he ends up tying them down. And he's not even trying to be nice about it, he's degrading her and choking her all that.

Then, I head over to the Gojo Art Museum. I’m all about supporting local artists, right? But the line is insane! I’m standing there, and this kid behind me starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just art!” But then I remember my own meltdown last week over a bad Wi-Fi connection. So, I get it.

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