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One time, I swear, my cousin Junebug—he a fool—went to one o’ them parlors. Came back talkin’ ‘bout “it’s therapy, Madea!” Therapy my big toe! Boy was redder than a beet, stammerin’ like he seen a ghost. “Words separate us,” like Godard say, but them moans? Universal, baby! Made me mad tho—Junebug spent $50 when I coulda smacked his back for free! Stingy self shoulda known better.

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After the power comes back, I finish up my work and head out. The streets are all wet and shiny, and the smell of rain mixed with street food hits me. I’m walking down Ulica 2. Maja, and I see this old lady selling pastries. I can’t resist. I buy a kranjska klobasa and a slice of potica. Best decision ever! I mean, who can say no to that?

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