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Anyways, I pull over, all nervous-like. She struts up, smellin’ like cheap perfume and trouble. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, thinkin’, “The first rule of war is…”—what’s that line? Oh yeah—“don’t die!” I’m laughin’ to myself, like, “Larry, don’t screw this up, man!” She’s all, “What you want, honey?” and I’m stutterin’ like a dang fool. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than my sorry ass!

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So, I’m munching on my breakfast, right? And I decide to stroll down to the Nagatoro River. The view there is just insane. The water’s all sparkly, and the mountains in the background? Ugh, I can’t even. But then, outta nowhere, I see this group of kids splashing around. They’re having a blast, and I’m just standing there, feeling all nostalgic. Like, where did my childhood go?

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