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What got me emotional? When she licked my hand—first time, no warnin’. Melted me, man—softie vet over here! Hated thinkin’ bout her out there, cold, alone. But she’s a survivor—tougher than me, for sure. “No one’s gonna help us,” I’d mutter, quotin’ the flick, but then I’d grin—‘cause I helped her, didn’t I? Now she’s got a bed, food, and a dumb name—Prostitute! Hilarious, right? Total sarcasm pick, but it stuck.

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Finally, I get to the school, and Jake’s there, looking like he’s about to throw up. I mean, I get it. Rugby’s intense, but dude, chill! We sit down, and I’m trying to get him to breathe, you know? “Inhale, exhale, bro!” But he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian.

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