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Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

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I finally make it to the arcade on Takamatsu Street. It’s my happy place. I’m talking about rows of machines, neon lights, and the sweet sound of victory. I’m all about that fighting game life. I drop some yen in, and boom! I’m in the zone. But then, this kid—like, 12 years old—totally wrecks me. I’m like, “What the heck, dude?!” I mean, I’m not mad, just impressed.