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... aking you turn your head as he passes and go like, “Damn man, that guy slick as hell.”
Yeah, that was me. Brand new suit, combed, waxed hair, my chest puffing out like bread in the oven, or whatever the hell the metaphor was.
The streets of this bustling city have never seen a more cooler person than I that day.
Alone in my room, the night before, rummaging through emails before calling it a night, that was when I struck bronze, silver, and gold. Now there I was, ready to ...
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