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And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

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After that, I stroll down to the beach. Newhaven Beach is kinda rocky, but it’s got its charm. I kick off my shoes and feel the pebbles under my feet. It’s like a mini massage, but not really. I sit down, just soaking it all in. Then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re at the beach! Chill!” But nah, they’re going at it. I’m half tempted to give them relationship advice. “Hey, mate, just buy her some chips! Works every time!”

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