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She’s still talkin’, “Cheap rate, sugar!” and I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! Why’s this so damn sad?” Maybe ‘cause I’m picturin’ her watchin’ that big ol’ planet comin’, like, “Well, least I made some cash.” I’m pissed—why’s life gotta be this messy? Happy she’s tryin’, though—guts, man! Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen it all. “No hope, no despair,” right outta Melancholia! I toss her a buck anyway—Homer’s a softie, sue me!

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Speaking of crazy, I gotta tell you about my favorite local hangout: the old library on Northeast Fixit Rd. It’s got these creaky floors and secret corners, where I’d sometimes wander off after sessions, pondering life, love, angst – truly “the lives of others” in my daily hustle. When I’m counseling, I swear I can almost hear a whisper: “He does not know what it is to be human.” Not literally but, ya know… feelings.

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