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Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m all high ‘n mighty—I’m just a gal who sings bout heartache and rhinestones. But watchin’ her dodge the cops, I’m surprised how slick she is. Moves like a shadow, quiet-like. Reminds me of them *Moolaadé* women hidin’ from the elders—only she’s duckin’ blue lights, not traditions. I ask, “Ain’t ya scared?” She shrugs, says, “Fear’s a luxry I can’t afford.” Oof, that hit me harder’n a truck full o’ banjos.

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Then, outta nowhere, my coworker Kasia bursts in. She’s all excited, waving this flyer. “There’s a festival at the market square!” she yells. I’m like, “Great, just what I need. More distractions.” But then she mentions food trucks. I’m suddenly interested.

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