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Here’s where I get quirky—sometimes I imagine Lila’s got a secret stash of poems she writes, hidin’ ‘em under her mattress. Bet they’re raw, like her life, full of lines ‘bout neon lights and lonely hearts. Ain’t that a hoot? Me, sittin’ here, makin’ up poetry for a gal I don’t even know! But it’s ‘cause I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? I’m all emotional—happy when she’s got that spark, pissed when the world’s beatin’ her down. Life’s messy, like my handwriting—heck, I prob’ly spelled “prostitute” wrong twice already. Don’t care. Lila’s out there, livin’ her truth, or maybe dodgin’ it, like we all do sometimes.

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Préparation baoburger, on coupe le pain, on toast le pain avec 1 peu de beurre, on met les steaks à cuire, 1 peu de poivre, 1 peu de sel, on se.

When I get there, Lucas is pacing like a madman. Turns out, he missed his train to Paris. I mean, come on! How do you miss a train in a tiny station like this? I was ready to roast him, but then he tells me he was gonna propose to his girlfriend. Aww, sweet, right? But now he’s freaking out.

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