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Dunno, mate—some say it’s work, some say it’s sin. Me? I say it’s a bloody mess, like Eilis stuck between two worlds, “One day you’ll understand,” she’s told. Understand? Bollocks! Ain’t nothin’ to get—just sad sods chasin’ what ain’t real. We hates it, precious—hates it fierce! Next time, I’d rather bounce ‘em out than watch ‘em crawl in!

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

Peter J. Schellenberg