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Anyway, we’re chattin, she’s leanin in my car, smellin like cheap perfume and danger—my kinda cocktail. “Life’s a game,” I mutter, quotin “Ten” again, and she rolls her eyes, “Then you’re losin, mister.” Ha! Burned me good, love a gal with teeth. Makes me wonder—fish don’t judge, why do we? She’s just swimmin her lane, survivin—respect that.

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And oh, remember that river? The Boulder Creek runs through the outskirts, hidden almost like a secret therapy session for nature. I once sat there on a rickety bench with my head deep in thoughts about family ties and misfits. I got mad about how some families just don’t see eye-to-eye, yet there’s hope in every ripple of water.

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