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So, there’s this lass, standin’ under a busted lamp—nature’s own spotlight. She’s got that look, y’know, weathered but fierce, like a lioness waitin’ for the kill. I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “How’s tricks, love?” She smirks—bloody hell, that confidence! Reminds me of that line, “I can’t remember to forget you.” She’s a puzzle, this one, and I’m hooked.

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Anyway, I’m laughing at this kid when I bump into this old lady. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping bag full of fish. “You’re a cooper, right?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, how’d you know?” She just points at my hands, covered in wood shavings. “You look like you’ve been working hard.” I mean, I guess I have? But I’m not about to argue with a lady holding fish.

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