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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Marco shows me this ancient coin he found. It’s legit! I’m freaking out. “Where’d you get this?” I ask. He just shrugs, all casual. “Found it in a box.” I’m like, “A box? Dude, that’s a treasure!”

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