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Last week, I’m out, right, and this chick—legs for days—saunters up. “Need a date, hon?” she purrs. I’m like, “Heh, doll, I’m the date!” Made me happy as a clown in a circus—pure gold! But then—ugh—some creep cop rolls by, and she bolts. Pissed me off! Why’s the law gotta ruin my fun? Reminds me of that movie tension—“You’re wasting time!”—and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ at the absurdity.

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Sometimes I get mad – there’s traffic around Birch lane. Cars honk, people rush; I just want slow time. But then, the local diner, Happy Belly, flips it around! Best pancakes ever, seriously, oh man my taste buds scream “Lightbulb!”

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