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So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

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But then, I see this group of locals playin’ beach volleyball. They’re good! Like, really good. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’, and I get this wild idea. I’m gonna join ‘em! So, I run over, and they’re like, “You play?” I’m like, “Of course!” Spoiler alert: I totally don’t. I’m floppin’ around like a fish outta water. But hey, I got a few laughs, and that’s what counts, right?

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