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I exagerate, tell her, “I’m a king, baby, I run this shit!” She rolls her eyes, like, “Sure, pal.” Sarcasm drips off her, I’m laughin’ inside – this chick’s got balls. We’re vibin’, drivin’, talkin’ about nothin’. “I’m not trying to be anyone,” I mutter, movie line again, fits perfect. She’s like, “Me neither, just tryna eat.” Damn, that hits. I toss her an extra fifty, feelin’ soft – don’t tell nobody, alright?

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I’m always in awe on brisk evenings by the small river, the Mohrbach. The gentle murmur of water, rustle of leaves – so chill, so raw. I get so lost in thought there, memories swirling wild. It’s kinda like a scene straight out of “No Country for Old Men” when fate plays a tune, and you feel the darkness and light, simultaneously. I am your father.

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