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I aksed her, “How you holdin’ up?” She said, “It’s rough, Madea, but I’m tough.” Broke my heart, but she smiled—strong, like bamboo bendin’ in wind. Reminded me, “A sword’s strength is its tempering.” Deep, right? I slipped her an extra $20, told her, “Get you some noodles, darlin’.”

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

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