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Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

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So, I’m sippin’ my brew, lookin’ out at the mountains. Those peaks, man, they’re somethin’ else. Esja’s just chillin’ there, lookin’ all majestic. I swear, it’s like she’s givin’ me the side-eye, like, “You ready for today?”

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