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Met this one gal, Candy—real name prolly Susan. She’s tellin’ me, “I can’t quit this, man.” Sounded like Ennis in *Brokeback*, all trapped and shit. Broke my heart, dude. She’s got this scar—john cut her once. Said it was “business.” Fuck that noise! Wanted to punch somethin’, but I just gave her a smoke. Dr. Evil in me—pinky up, “One million dollars!”—noticed she’s got this smirk. Like, she’s playin’ the game, but it’s playin’ her too.

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Finally, I made it back to the Media Park, heart racing. I was late. Of course. I rushed into the meeting room, and everyone was already there, looking at me like I was a total noob. I stammered through my presentation, trying to sound smart. But honestly, I was just praying I didn’t trip over my words. I mean, who knew talking about climate change could be so nerve-wracking?

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