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Worst part? The awkward intros. “Hey, u up?” Cringe, fam. I’d rather die. One time, matched with a poet—her opener was “Roses are red, let’s bang.” I’m deadass laughin, like, “Aight, respect.” Didn’t work out, tho—she ghosted mid-haiku. Sex-dating’s a gamble, bruh. You win some, lose most. Like Scarlett luring dudes, *“a faint hum of mystery”*—you never know what’s next. I’m obsessed with the absurdity. Carl the iguana still haunts me. What’s your take, fam? Hit me up.

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First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and those annoying cyclists? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’, and suddenly, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? Turns out, some dude decided to park his truck right in the middle of the street. I mean, c’mon, man! This ain’t a parking lot! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking about how I’m gonna be late for my first delivery.

Juvenile of Coris julis (4 cm), in the area of the cleaning station. Photograph: A.A. Bertoncini.