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I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

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So, I’m workin’ on him, and outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, seriously? In the middle of a root canal? I’m just sittin’ there, drill in hand, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a dentist in the dark.” I could hear the chaos outside on Kabanbay Batyr Street. People honkin’, yelling, it was a whole scene.