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I got mad once, tho—real mad. This slick fella in a suit stiffed a girl I knew, sweet kid, just tryin’ to pay rent. Skipped out, left her cryin’ in the lobby. I wanted to hog-tie him and yell, “This ain’t how you treat folks!” Made my blood boil hotter than a skillet. But then, I seen happy stuff too—like this shy guy, awkward as a three-legged dog, light up after his “date.” Said it gave him confidence. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Guess it ain’t all bad.

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Next, we hit the high street. It’s packed! I swear, it’s like everyone in Emerson-Park decided to go shopping at once. I’m tryin’ to teach Jamie how to parallel park, but he’s more interested in the bakery across the street. “Look at those pastries!” he says, drooling. I’m like, “Dude, focus! You can’t eat and drive!”

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