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We’d chat, and I’d be surprised—shocked, even—she’s got stories. Like, she once ditched a john who tried payin’ with chickens. *Chickens*! I’d crack up, sayin’, “That’s some Malick-level absurdity!” She’d roll her eyes, all, “You’re weird, padre.” And I’d be thinkin’, “Yeah, but I’m lovin’ this.” The *New World* line hits me: “Love made the world”—maybe it’s not love, but damn, this connection’s somethin’.

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Then, as we’re driving through Derazhnya, I see the old church on the corner of Myru Street. It’s beautiful, man. I always forget how nice it is until I see it again. But then I remember the last time I was there, I got locked out of my phone. I had to call my buddy to come rescue me. Good times, good times.

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