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Angry bit? Hypocrites judgin it—“Oh, it’s filthy!”—shut up, Karen, you’re just jealous. Happy? When them knots in my shoulders melted—oh yes, golden! Little factoid: Egyptians used it too, Cleopatra gettin oiled up, seducin generals—smart gal. Dunno, reckon I’d panic mid-massage, “R2, this normal?”—ha, probs not. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but imagine Saul’s gaspin, “It’s all ashes!” while I’m yellin, “More lavender, ya droid!” Total madness, love it. You tried it? Spill!

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Finally, I get to the office on Kamiichi’s main street, and guess what? The coffee machine’s broken. Ugh! I can’t function without my morning caffeine fix. I’m like a zombie without it. So, I’m grumpy, right? I head out to the nearest konbini (convenience store) on Shimozato Street. Grabbed a can of coffee, but it’s lukewarm. Like, who drinks lukewarm coffee? Not me!

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