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Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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As I’m leaving, I pass by the park again. It’s all calm now, and I see the dog with its owner. They’re playing fetch, and I can’t help but smile. Schiebroek, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade ya for anything.

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