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So, I roll into town early, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already on my third cup of coffee. I hit up the local café on Main Street. You know the one, the cozy little spot with the best scones? Yeah, that’s the one. I grab a scone, and it’s like biting into a fluffy cloud. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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