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Weird quirk—I keep imaginin’ her readin’ books, escapin’. Dumb, right? She don’t got time. Once saw her with a busted lip, made me wanna hug her, scream, somethin’. Didn’t. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Maybe I’ll slip her a ten, say “Keep it.” Prolly won’t. She’d just stare, like, “What’s your deal, creep?”

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After lunch, I wandered over to the Gojonome Art Museum. I love art, but sometimes it’s just weird. There was this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m standin’ there, thinkin’, “What’s the point?” But then I overheard this couple arguing about it. The guy was like, “It’s a statement on consumerism!” And I’m like, “Bro, it’s just ducks!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.