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But then—bam!—some creep rolls up, hasslin’ her. I’m fumin’, ready to go all “Danger’s my middle name!” on him. She handles it, though—tough as nails. Reminds me of WALL-E, small but mighty, yeah? I’m impressed, thinkin’, “She’s got more balls than me!”—exaggeratin’ a bit, but you get it.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head back to my shop on Rue des Écoles. I’m feelin’ a bit better, but then I see my neighbor, Jean. He’s out there, strugglin’ with his own fur business. He’s got this ridiculous raccoon coat that looks like it’s been through a war. I can’t help but laugh. “Jean, what’s that? A Halloween costume?” He just glares at me. Classic Jean.

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