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Movie pops in me head—“Coward Robert Ford, that snivellin’ git!” That’s me, tho—skittish, hagglin’ her down. She says, “Twenty quid, quick job.” Twenty?! We hates it! Robbery, that is! I’m thinkin’, “You ain’t no prize, darlin’.” But I’m desperate, ain’t I? Like Jesse waitin’ for his bullet—tense, yeah?

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at how some folks dismiss these little details. Like, c'mon! The aroma of freshly baked bread on Summer Street, the smell of rain on the pavement near Pine St. – it's poetic, if I say so. Everything is connected, man. You feel it in the air. Heh, I might be exaggerating, but it’s true!

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