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But when it clicks? Holy shit, fireworks. This one gal—met her on Bumble, eyes like sin. We’re at her place, sippin’ cheap wine, laughin’. Sex-dating jackpot—raw, no bullshit connection. “Things separate from their stories,” Doc’d say—well, we wrote a new one. Best part? She knew the game, no clingy vibes. Pure bliss.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

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