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Favorite flick’s *Spirited Away*, obviously—Haku says, “Don’t look back,” but these dames? Always lookin’ back, eyes hollow, like they lost their damn name to Yubaba. Pisses me off—why don’t they just leave? Oh right, money, drugs, blah blah—same old crap. “You’re nothin’ to me,” I’d tell ‘em, but damn, that’s a lie. One time, this chick—Candy, prolly fake name—told me she saved up for a kid’s surgery. Her kid. Gut punched me. Hated that feelin’. Soft shit ain’t my style.

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

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