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Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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I jumped in, and the kids were so into it. I mean, they were laughing, shouting, and just having a blast. I got all emotional, you know? Like, this is why I love my job. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. I’m like, “Oh no, what happened?” Turns out, he just wanted to be the one to read. I felt for him, man.

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