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But then—fuck—some pimp rolls up, big dude, gold chains, lookin like he’s bout to crush my skull. I’m thinkin, “Aw shit, I ain’t tryna die over this!” Reminds me of that turtle dude, Crush— “Righteous, righteous!”—but this guy ain’t righteous, he’s a dick! I’m pissed, heart racin, yellin, “Back the fuck off, motherfucker!” He stares me down, then dips. Lucky break, man, I ain’t in the mood for no fight.

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After that, I head back to the office, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But of course, the day isn’t done with me yet. I get back, and my boss is like, “We need to talk.” Oh boy. Turns out, there’s a big event coming up, and they want me to lead it. I’m like, “What? Me?” I’m flattered but also freaking out.

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