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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I dash for cover under this old tree. It’s kinda beautiful, though. The rain on the leaves, the smell of wet earth. I’m standing there, feeling all poetic, when I see an old lady walking her dog. The dog’s just like, “Rain? What rain?” and splashes right through a puddle. I’m dying laughing.

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