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But, Clarice… she’s a puzzle. Sells her soul, ten bucks a pop. Seen her cry after, wipes mascara, keeps goin. Makes me wonder—why? Got a kid somewhere? Sick ma? Dunno, pisses me off—wasted potential! Coulda been a scout leader, like in *Moonrise*. “Let’s build a treehouse, escape!” Nope, she’s stuck, alley queen. Once found her stash—pills, cash, old photo. Kid in it, hers maybe? Broke my damn heart.

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We finally get started, and he’s all over the place. One minute he’s talking about his goals, the next he’s like, “I don’t know, man.” Ugh! I’m trying to help him focus, but he’s distracted by everything. I swear, I could see the pigeons on ul. Słowiańska were more focused than him!

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