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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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I gotta admit – sometimes I get so mad when the city is too noisy. People rush, and the calm is shattered. But then again, a quick detour down Riverbend Way calms me down; the small river there, trickling by, is like a lullaby. It struck me hard once when I saw an old man feeding ducks there. I remember thinking, “Silence is a friend, man.” Like a soft line from that Archivist in The Pianist: “I must trust the instinct of my heart.”

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