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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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After the rain let up, we decided to head back to the lab. We had to fix our mess. On the way, we passed by the Pinglin River. It was flowing fast, and I couldn’t help but think about how life is like that river—sometimes calm, sometimes chaotic. Deep thoughts, right?

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