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But dang, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me riled up too—some jerks treat ‘em like dirt, and that burns my biscuits! “Everything is going to hell!”—that’s what I’d yell if I caught some sumbitch disrespectin’ ‘em. Ain’t right. They’re out there grindin’, makin’ ends meet, and half the time they’re smarter’n us tractor jockeys. Tammy told me once she reads Nietzsche in her downtime—whoda thunk? Whore with a brain, blowin’ my mind!

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As the sun starts to set, I wander over to the canal. It’s beautiful, honestly. The water’s reflecting the colors of the sky, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. But then, I see this group of kids throwing rocks into the water. I’m like, “What are you doing?!” But they’re just laughing, having the time of their lives. And I’m reminded that sometimes, you gotta let loose and just enjoy the moment.

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