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One time, I seen her buyin’ coffee—black, no sugar, tough as nails! Prolly keep her awake for them late nights. Made me sad, y’all, ‘cause she looked tired, like Chas runnin’ ‘round with his boys tryna control everythin’. I’m over here thinkin’, “Who hurt you, baby?” But she winked at me—winked!—and I ‘bout dropped my flour sack! Got me flustered, hollerin’ “Halleluyer!” in my head like a church lady!

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Hence young people need support in making these difficult transitions (Muko et al ). They do not magically become self-sufficient at the age.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I ducked into a little café on Kameoka Street. It was cozy, with the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. I ordered a matcha latte, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision ever. I sat by the window, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, why do we let little things ruin our day?

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