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Scene: A small bar somewhere between “here” and “not quite there.” 
Soft jazz playing. Warm light. 
At a corner table sits the Soul. Long coat. Glass of whisky. Waiting.

And sighing.

“She’s off again,” the Soul mutters. 
“Running in circles thinking that if she sprints another 12 emotional kilometers, she’ll finally reach enlightenment.”

A part-time angel waiter approaches: 
– “Another whisky?” 
Soul: 
– “Make it a double. She just joined another webinar and thinks the answer’s on Instagram.” 
– “Tough day?” 
– “Nah. Just stubborn. But adorable.”

Meanwhile, the human: 
– runs, 
– scrolls, 
– meditates aggressively, 
– signs up for six online courses and buys discounted cat food for cats she doesn’t even own.

The Soul gazes out the window, takes a slow sip, and says: 
> “Sooner or later, she’ll come back. 
> And I’ll still be here. 
> With whisky. Ready to say: 
> ‘You didn’t have to go that far. You just had to sit down at this table.’”

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🪽 *Moral?* 
The soul doesn’t run. 
The soul doesn’t yell. 
The soul just waits at the bar… until you stop chasing everything but yourself.

🎤 *Drop the crystal, honey. The soul’s already drinking without you.* 
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