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Sometimes I imagine her, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at dumb johns—humor’s her armor. “Call it, friendo,” she’d smirk, flippin’ fate the bird. Love that spirit! Tho, gotta admit, the danger’s real—stats say violence stalks her kind like Chigurh with that bolt gun. Scares me, thinkin’ she might not make it. Quirky thought: does she watch movies too? Maybe she’d dig *No Country*—it’s bleak, like her world.

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When spring came again, the male swallow flew back as usual, but found that the mistress was no longer alive. It lingered in front of Yao Yujing's window, wailing in search of her. Yao .

Man, what a day! Seriously, Yujing (tw) threw me for a loop. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday, but nah, the universe had other plans.

Yujing: Homeland of Irwin Mangos