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But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, as I’m walking back, I step in a puddle. A big one. My shoes are soaked, and I’m cursing like a sailor. “Roden, you’ve got to be kidding me!” I’m laughing and crying at the same time. It’s just one of those days, you know?

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