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She prob’ly stinks of cheap perfume—rosewater knockoff, sticky as sin. Surprised me how young she looked—like a kid playin’ dress-up. Happy? Nah, never happy—just a mask, all cracked and peeling. I’d eat her story up, tho—savor it slow. Maybe she’s got a kid stashed somewhere, sends money back. Maybe she’s a ghost already—walkin’ dead. “Time flows, and all is gone,” Kim’s monk whispered. Her time’s leakin’ fast, Clarice.

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So, I leave the café, feeling all mushy inside, and head towards the river. The view from the bridge is sick. I mean, you can see the whole city. The mountains in the background, the skyline, it’s all so beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right. But then, I step in a puddle. My shoes are soaked. I’m like, “Really, Karaton? You’re gonna do me like that?”

Fig. 3. Analytical model for cyclic stress-strain curve of concrete [5,15]