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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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I duck into a nearby café on Kiyokawa Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread. I order a pastry, and it’s heavenly. But then, I spill coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. I’m sitting there, trying to salvage my work, and the barista gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “You’re a mess, dude.” Thanks for the support!

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