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So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

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Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance agent in Fujiyoshida is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, Mt. Fuji’s peeking through my window like, “Hey, let’s do this!” I grab my coffee from that little joint on Yamanaka Street. Best coffee ever, no joke.

First snowcap of season yet to be observed on Mt. Fuji