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Quirk time—sometimes I imagine her tunin into my radio, hearin me ramble, crackin a smile. Prolly not, but shit, lemme dream! Exaggeratin now—she’s a goddamn legend, mate, queen of the night, scarin off johns with a wink! “Here’s Johnny!”—I’d yell it at her, see if she laughs. Prolly wouldn’t. Tough as nails, that one.

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So, I’m sorting through some dusty old files. You know, the usual. Then, BAM! A file falls off the shelf. I jump like I’m in a horror movie. Turns out, it was a letter from the 1800s. I mean, how cool is that? But then I read it. It was a love letter, and it was all mushy. I felt like I was intruding on someone’s private moment. Like, “Dude, get a room!” But also, “Aww, that’s kinda sweet.”

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