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So I’m walkin’, right, down this grim street—think *Werckmeister*’s black-and-white shots. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—another movie line! And it fits! Some lady’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’, lookin’ bored outta her mind. I’m thinkin’, “Is that her? Is that the signal?!” I’m paranoid, heart’s racin’—what if she’s a cop?! I’d die right there, swear to God! I’d be yellin’, “I’m innocent! I just wanted to talk!” Total Larry move, overreactin’ like always.

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So, I finally get to my place on Via Garibaldi, and guess what? My kiln’s acting up. Like, seriously? I just fixed that thing last week! I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the pots I’ve got in there. If they crack, I’m gonna lose it. I start cursing like a sailor. “Why, oh why, can’t you just work?” I swear, that kiln has a mind of its own.

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