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Me hands black from burnin’, me heart blacker thinkin’ of ‘em. They’s everywhere in towns, flashin’ smiles, but it’s all fake, innit? Like the doctor in the movie, diggin’ for truth, but findin’ only dirt. Once saw one, real young, near me woods – skinny, shiverin’, eyes dead like burnt-out coals. Made me mad, it did! Who let her fall so low? Grrr, we hates it! Society’s muck, chuckin’ ‘em out like rubbish.

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After the rain, the streets were all shiny and fresh. I walked home, squishing in my wet shoes, but I didn’t care. I passed by the old church on Calle de la Esperanza, and it hit me. This city, with all its chaos, is home.

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