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Once, she spilled wine at the office party—red stain on my best shirt! I was fumin’, voice boomin’ like, “Whore, you owe me dry cleanin’!” She just winked, said, “Add it to my tab, Freeman.” Cheeky lil’—ugh, I couldn’t stay mad. That’s her, tho—infuriatin’, lovable, a walkin’ disaster flick. Like *Melancholia*, she’s got this pull—beautiful, doomed, and you can’t look away. Makes me wonder, man, am I managin’ her or just along for the ride? Shit’s wild.

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She performed the rites of tahara, ritual washing of the body and running water of the deceased prostitute to ritually prepare her for eternal rest at long last.

I head back to the shop, and Yuki’s got lunch ready. She made this killer bento with grilled fish and rice. I’m diggin’ in, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji, sayin’ there’s a festival at the park later. I’m like, “Count me in!”

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