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But here’s the kicker—I’m broke! Spent my last bucks on beer. I’m like, “Uh, can ya take an IOU?” She rolls her eyes, says, “What am I, a bank?” I’m gutted, man, but she tosses me a wink, mutters, “Next time, fish boy.” I’m happy as hell—didn’t score, but didn’t crash either! Kinda like David in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams, never quite gettin’ there.

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By 5 PM, I’m ready to crash. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost. I’m like, “Where are you?” He says, “Near the big tree.” I’m like, “Dude, this is Ancient-Oaks. There’s a big tree on every corner!” Finally, I get him to describe the ice cream truck he sees. Thank goodness for ice cream!

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