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There was this one crazy night near Elm Street Park, when I was debugging my code (and trust me, debugging here feels like solving a mystery in a labyrinth) and a random couple burst into hysterical laughter over something super silly. I smirked, thinking, "Something's rotten? No – it's pure magic." It made me mad at times, ya know, seeing how the city can be so unpredictable but in the best way possible.

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