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Me hands black from burnin’, me heart blacker thinkin’ of ‘em. They’s everywhere in towns, flashin’ smiles, but it’s all fake, innit? Like the doctor in the movie, diggin’ for truth, but findin’ only dirt. Once saw one, real young, near me woods – skinny, shiverin’, eyes dead like burnt-out coals. Made me mad, it did! Who let her fall so low? Grrr, we hates it! Society’s muck, chuckin’ ‘em out like rubbish.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, and I duck into this café on Rue de l’Église. I order a coffee, and the barista’s like, “You look like a drowned rat.” I’m like, “Thanks, I needed that.” But the coffee? Oh man, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and life’s good again.

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