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Then, I head back to the station, and my buddy Marco’s there. He’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree on Via Mazzini. I’m like, “Dude, I just dealt with a goat!” But Marco’s all hyped up, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s go save the cat.”

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