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But real talk, it’d be sketchy—makes me nervous, heart racin’. I’d be all, “I’m not cut out for this!” Like Sam says, “I’m not a strong swimmer!”—I’d drown in the awkwardness, man. Still, I’d try to charm her, all cringey, “Wanna split a moonpie?” That’s what she said! Oh, God, I’m dyin’ here.

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So, I roll into the shop on Windmill Street, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s out, but it’s still chilly. I’m thinkin’, “Great, another day of the same ol’ same ol’.” But nah, not today.

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