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Walls creakin’, moans everywhere – gross. Like a bad horror flick. “I’m going to be a leader,” Sam said in the movie. Leadership my ass, not here. These folks lead straight to hell. One chick, tattoos all over, smokin’. Offered me a “dance.” I hate dancin’. “Shove off,” I growled. She did. Good. Air’s thick with desperation. Makes me wanna puke.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Riccarton Rd. You know the one, right? The one with the best flat whites. I’m all set to grab my caffeine fix. But guess what? The barista spills my coffee all over the counter. Like, come on! I’m not made of money! I just wanted my morning jolt, not a coffee shower. I’m standing there, fuming, while she’s apologizing like it’s the end of the world. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But still, I’m like, “Dude, I need that to function!”

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