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I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

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Gotta shout out the park in Barrio Verde – the trees there, man, they whisper like a lover’s secret. I remember this one time, I sat on a broken bench (yeah, kinda funky) and thought “Ida: a quiet heartbreak”, like in the movie, “I don’t know if I can ever belong” – damn, that hit real deep. Yo, I felt my whole existence, like, “You’re not human, you’re so much more.” Crazy things, like art out of chaos.

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