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Here’s the deal, though—ain’t all fun and games. Gets lonely, like Bob and Charlotte, starin’ out windows. I’d be thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’ here?” Maybe I’d buy her a drink instead—y’know, just talk. “Lost in Translation” style—two souls, passin’ ships. “Can I tell you a secret?” I’d ask, like Bob does. She’d prob’ly say, “Only if it’s good, old man.” Ha! Fair enough.

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First customer walks in. It’s Dave, the local postie. He’s got this wild hair, like he just survived a tornado. I’m like, “Mate, what happened to ya?” He laughs, says he got caught in the rain. I’m like, “Rain? In Gravesend? Shocker!” So, I start givin’ him a trim, and halfway through, he spills his whole life story. Turns out, he’s been tryin’ to impress this girl from the High Street. I’m like, “Bro, just be yourself!” But he’s convinced he needs a new look.

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