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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Next, we wander down to the lovely Beccles Common. It’s a big ol’ green space, perfect for a picnic or just chilling. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I trip over a tree root. Classic me! I go down like a sack of potatoes. My group bursts out laughing. I’m laughing too, but inside, I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clown of Beccles.”

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