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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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Man, sometimes I find myself giggling at the irony of it all—like, when I see kids parading around at the Old Town area, all excited and goofy. It’s like WALL-E’s wonderment—it just gets me every time. And speakin’ of marvel, the tiny coffee shop on Palm Ave? Best brew ever. Seriously, the barista’s like, “We come in peace!” as she hands ya your extra-foam latte. So quirky.

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