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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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The first band was a local rock group. They were pretty good! I mean, Flint’s got talent, for real. I was vibing, dancing a bit, and then I noticed this girl in the crowd. She was laughing, having a blast. I thought, “She’s cute.” So, I mustered up some courage and went over to chat. Turns out, she’s from Mold, just a short drive away. We hit it off, talking about everything from music to the best chippy in Flint.

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