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But real talk? It’s heavy sometimes. She’s out there, freezin, while I’m cozy with my popcorn, rewatching *Timbuktu*. Makes me wanna yell, “Why her, huh?!” Then I chill—can’t fix it all, Morg. Still, she suprises me—once saw her slip a sandwich to a stray dog. Heart of gold, buried under glitter and grit.

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I adore a nook over on Napier Street, near a hidden park that doesn’t many folks know 'bout. There’s a quiet bench right underneath a big oak tree—perfect spot for ventin' feelings, cryin' out your heart, or just starin' at the sky wonderin' “how the heck did I get here?” I swear, sittin’ there, I’d sometimes whisper, “We're all a bit lost, aren't we?” and I’d chuckle at my own silly self!

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