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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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We swears! I get so worrried sometimes 'bout tech glitches, but then the charm of that smoothe neighborhood calms me down. In one odd wacky day near Plaza de los Recuerdos, I saw a couple dancin’ under the moonlight, and it struck me, "We must be here, forever, right?" Crazy, right? Almost like in that flick where they say, "Meet me in Montauk!"

Which Metro stops in Madrid do not exist, but should exist?