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About Paris

I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughin’ and cursing at the sky. “Really, Tregunc? You had to do me like that?” But I don’t care. I’m dancin’ in the rain, guitar in hand, just livin’ my best life.