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I see her—okay, she’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette. Pretty, pretty good lookin’, I guess—if you’re into that! I’m not judgin’—well, I am, but you know what I mean. I’m thinkin’, “Is this legal? Is this a sting? Am I on *Dateline*?!” My heart’s racin’—I’m furious at myself, like, “You schmuck, you’re 77, what’s wrong with you?!” But also kinda happy—excitement, danger, it’s nuts! Like when John Smith lands in Virginia, “A new start!”—except my new start’s got heels and a bad wig.

After that session, I’m feeling a bit drained. I step outside, and guess what? It’s pouring rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, looking like a drowned rat, and I just laugh. Because, why not? Life’s a mess sometimes, right?

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