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Anyways, I’m chattin her up, tryin not to seem green. “What’s yer story, doll?” She shrugs, says, “Ran from a shit dad.” Kinda broke my heart—reminded me of Sam sayin, “I’m on your side,” to Suzy. These streets, they’re full of runaways, ya know? Little known thing—some prossies keep diaries, scribblin secrets ‘bout johns. Wild, right?

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