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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

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I decide to grab some kumara instead. I mean, it’s not the same, but whatever. As I’m paying, I spot this cute dog. It’s a fluffy golden retriever, and I’m instantly in love. I bend down to pet it, and it jumps on me, all excited. I’m laughing, and the owner’s like, “He’s a bit of a handful.” I’m like, “Aren’t we all?”

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