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And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

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Finally, after what felt like a million hours, I finished the job. Mrs. Tanaka was thrilled! She even offered me some homemade mochi. I mean, who can say no to that? I took a bite, and it was like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, chewy, and just the right amount of sticky. I was on cloud nine, forgettin’ all the earlier chaos.

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