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But, oy, some stuff pisses me off. Dese johns, treatin’ her like trash – ugh! Saw one spit at her once. Wanted to smash his face, y’know? Gru don’t play dat. She just shrugged, tho – tough as nails. “I don’t cry,” she says, like movie gal – “tears are for weak.” Lightbulb! Dat’s deep, makes ya think. She’s human, but armored, y’see?

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So, I head back in, ready to tackle the rest of the day. But guess what? The power goes out! Just like that. I’m standin’ there, meat in hand, like a deer in headlights. No lights, no fans, just me and the meat. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. I’m gonna lose my mind.”

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