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But then—ugh—some dude butts in. “She’s mine,” he growls. Made me mad—real mad! I’m thinkin’, “Back off, pal!” Didn’t say it—too chicken. Reminds me of Doc dealin’ with Bigfoot in the flick—tense, man! “This ain’t your scene,” I mutter—quietly. That’s what she said! Heh, classic.

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I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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