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“How much?” I blurt, all business. She smirks, “Enough to make you cry.” Oof, that sass! I’m half mad, half lovin it. Reminds me of Maria in the movie – “I won’t leave my land!” – this chick won’t leave her hustle neither. Respect, kinda. I toss her some cash, hands shakin – 19 typos in my brain, I’m typin this life too fast.

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This is our wonderful daughter, Maki." I smiled and and Maki continued to looked serious. +. "Maki, can you please escort (Y/N) to the gate?" She asked and I.

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, what is this, a monsoon? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m tryin’ to find shelter, and I duck into this little shop on Nakamura Street. It’s a tiny place, but they sell the coolest stuff—handmade crafts, local snacks. I grab some mochi, and it’s like a party in my mouth.

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