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But, Clarice… she’s a puzzle. Sells her soul, ten bucks a pop. Seen her cry after, wipes mascara, keeps goin. Makes me wonder—why? Got a kid somewhere? Sick ma? Dunno, pisses me off—wasted potential! Coulda been a scout leader, like in *Moonrise*. “Let’s build a treehouse, escape!” Nope, she’s stuck, alley queen. Once found her stash—pills, cash, old photo. Kid in it, hers maybe? Broke my damn heart.

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First off, it started on a weird note. I’m sippin’ my morning coffee, right? Just a regular cup of joe from that little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The one with the crazy barista who thinks he’s a rockstar. Anyway, I’m there, and suddenly, the power goes out! Like, what the heck, Dovhe? I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. My day is off to a fantastic start.”

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