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Now, don’t get me wrong, sugar, I ain’t judgin’. Live and let live, I say! But I’m tickled pink imaginin’ her fishin’ with me—two gals, sittin’ pretty, waitin’ for a bite. Maybe she’d say, “I’m programmed for love!”—like them robots in the movie. I’d cackle, “Darlin’, I’m programmed for biscuits and gravy!” We’d laugh ‘til the cows come home. Surprised me how easy she chatted—none o’ that uppity nonsense. Just real, like me talkin’ to you now.

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Then, outta nowhere, this bloke on a bike zooms past. He’s got no helmet, just a T-shirt and shorts. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, it’s freezing!” But he’s flying down the road like he’s in the Tour de France. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Comber, right?

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