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Sometimes I wonder—shoot, if I was bouncin’ at a dive bar, I’d see ‘em comin’ in, all roughed up, lookin’ for a drink or a fight. Breaks my heart, man. I’d wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get outta this crap!” But nah, ain’t my place. Margaret’s got that line, “You’re not even human!”—and I feel that, ‘cause society treats ‘em like ghosts. Pisses me off royally. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Huh? Ain’t workin’ worth a damn.

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So, I’m munchin’ on some poffertjes, right? These little Dutch pancakes are life! And then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ like a maniac. I mean, it’s Klazienaveen, what else could happen?

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