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Oh, and—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—I see stuff others miss. Like, that sneaky tension in yer shoulders? Gone! Surprised me first time—thought I’d float away. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but damn, it’s close! So, hun, try it—get them hands on ya. You’ll thank me—Marilyn’s orders!

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Oh, and check this out: an old bistro near the river where I once met a legend of a folk singer. I sat there, all starry-eyed, thinking “Life is just rad, man!” as if Joy herself whispered, “This is the day, champ!” The bistro’s walls are full of memories, kinda like those memory vaults in that movie, ya feel me?

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