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Ooh, I get so riled up thinkin’ ‘bout it! These girls ain’t all bad, nah, some just lost, like that whale in *Werckmeister*—big, outta place, folks starin’ but ain’t helpin’. I knew this one chick, swear she was sweet as pie, used to hum church hymns while waitin’ for johns. Broke my heart! “What’s harmony in this mess?” I’d ask myself, quotin’ Béla Tarr like I’m deep, ha! She’d smile, say, “Madea, I’mma make it.” I believed her, too—sass and all.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. Coffee time! I dashed over to my fave spot, Café Logatec. The barista knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, give me that double espresso!” But today, they were out of beans. Out of beans! In a coffee shop! I was ready to throw a fit. But instead, I just laughed. What a joke, right?

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