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Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

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Then there's the river runnin' right by the neighborhood—Beaver Creek twists around like a serpent. I once sat near its edge, watchin' the water tease the banks with frothy dances. It reminded me, in a kinda tender, melancholic way, of that dream sequence where time both rushes and stands still... man, I got shivers just thinkin'.

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