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About Kawasaki

What gets me goin’? Her nerve. Struts in, actin’ like she owns my trials. “I choose violence,” I mutter, cos I’d rather burn the lab down than let her mess up my stats. Last week, she swapped my placebo samples—thought she was clever. Bitch, please. I caught it, fixed it, and smirked while she floundered. Happy? Oh, I was *gleeful*. Little victories taste like wildfire.

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Anyway, I finally made it to the park. I plopped down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, I overheard this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. They were fighting about where to eat. I mean, c’mon, it’s Tanashicho! There’s food everywhere! Just pick a place!