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But here’s the kicker—she’s a mess, man. Leaves coffee cups everywhere, files all jumbled—drives me nuts! I’m organizin’ pens, she’s tossin’ ‘em like confetti. “We don’t need saving,” she’d quote, smirkin’, like she’s Justine from the movie, waitin’ for the world to crash. Happy? Hell no, I’m ragin’ half the time! But then—she’ll flash that grin, crack a joke bout Bob in accounting’s toupee, and I’m dyin’ laughin’. She’s a rollercoaster, up and down, unpredictable as shit.

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Notes on 3-flowered Paniceae (Poaceae) from India and the Cape. Verde. Sindhudurg distr., Khawane village Potdar (L,. Shivaji University). Bhutan.

Man, my profession opened my eyes. I see tension, but I also see strength. I notice the little trembles when folks talk 'bout hope. I feel like massaging away their woes. It's wild, those tiny details. I often think “Talk to her, talk to her,” like Almodóvar's whisper. Sometimes, I catch myself mumblin’ it repeatedly when work gets rough, almost like a mantra.

The village that keeps rising from the volcanic ashes