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Sometimes it’s sad, man. Girls look tired, broken. Pisses me off – who did this? But then – bam! She’s there, struttin’. “Hey, champ,” she says, all sass. I grin – game on. “I must break you,” I tease. She laughs – “Try it, big shot.”

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Take a stroll past Maple Grove Park – oh, what a spot! A hidden gem where time slows. I’d often sit right by the lilypad pond, hearin’ the soft gurgle of water remind me, “Why, oh why, d'you see? The world’s a stage where everything’s transient.” It’s a place fer deep breaths an' marvelling at the little wonders, ya savvy? Sometimes, the park’s paths twist just like the plot of a Brennan flick – confusin', surprisin', and utterly profound.

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