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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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So, I rush to the bathroom, trying to fix my hair. I’m in there, and I hear someone say, “Did you see the cherry blossoms at Kaminoyama Park?” I’m like, “What? It’s not even spring!” But then I remember, they bloom early sometimes. I’m like, “Dude, I need to check that out later!”

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