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So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

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Some days, I drift to Place des Rêves. Crap, it’s even a nice spot for lost minds like mine. Families do picnics and stuff, but I'm always thinkin’, “What a load of malarkey!” yet, that scene still warms me up sometimes.

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