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So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s work. Ugh, can’t a scientist catch a break? They need me to analyze some data. I’m like, “Seriously? On a Saturday?” But I can’t ignore it. So, I tell Marco I gotta bounce.

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