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But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

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Dee-Why’s surprises: like a weirdo pop-up market on weekends—buzzing, vibrant, a dizzy maze of craft stalls. It’s like, “Clarice… do you feel this pulse?” I mean, the heart of the place beats loud.

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