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Met this one gal anyway—call her Jenny. Skinny, loud, smelled like cheap wine. Date was at a bar—hate bars, too noisy, too many morons. She’s yappin’ about her ex, I’m nursin’ a whiskey, dreamin’ of my cabin. She says, “I’m just lookin’ for fun, no strings.” Fine, I get it, sex-dating’s all about that—bang and bounce. But then she pulls out her phone, shows me pics of her cat. CAT. I’m like, “Why am I here?” Reminds me of that line, “We’re all lost in this valley.” Lost, alright—lost in a hell of horny weirdos.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper Scottish rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, and I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “This is just perfect!” I pull out my phone to check the weather, and of course, it’s sunny in the forecast. Classic Blairgowrie, right?

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