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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Finally, I make it to the woods. Ah, sweet relief. Trees everywhere, smell of pine. But then, I see it. A bunch of kids playin’ hide and seek. They’re screamin’ and laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A bunch of tiny humans in my work zone.” But then, one of ‘em trips and falls. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man. They bounce back like rubber balls.

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