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Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’d hire her—Madea don’t play that—but I was curious. She starts talkin’ ‘bout her life, how she “recalls her past lives” like Uncle Boonmee. Says she was a nurse once, centuries ago, healin’ soldiers. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, you upgraded to healin’ somethin’ else now!” She laughed, and I did too—couldn’t help it. Her vibe was wild, like them ghosts in the movie, floatin’ ‘round, tellin’ secrets. “I am with you in the dark,” she whispers, all mysterious. Gave me chills, y’all!

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the beach. Point Chev Beach, man! It’s got that chill vibe. Kids laughin’, people joggin’, and I’m just sittin’ there, sketchin’ the waves. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, really? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my lunch, and you gotta be a thief? I’m yellin’ at the bird like it can hear me. “Hey! That’s my lunch, ya punk!”

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