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Love it tho, when it goes smooth – rare, mind ya. Like when we hauled them fancy wine crates, felt like a king, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – nah, just a cargo schmuck, but it’s a buzz, yeah? Surprised me how them bottles didn’t smash, delicate as a baby’s arse. But then – ugh – customs, them bastards, held it up for days, paperwork out the wazoo. We hates it! Hates it so much we’s clawin’ at me own skull!

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After that, I decide to stroll down to Asaka Park. It’s a beautiful spot, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere, and the air smells like spring. I’m feelin’ good again. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and BAM! He knocks my sketchbook right outta my hands. I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” But he just laughs and runs off. I’m left there, staring at my pages scattered like confetti.

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