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I’d be strollin’ downtown, mutterin’, “Hmm… where’s the action?” Prolly spot some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’d think, “She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*!” Like in the movie, when Adèle says, “I miss you, it hurts.” That’s me, missin’ somethin’ wild, but I ain’t even started yet! I’d be nervous, tho—heart poundin’, palms sweaty. “Marge, chill,” I’d tell myself, but nah, I’m a mess.

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First off, I head down to the Shinshiro market on Route 151. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors yelling, people haggling, and me just trying to grab some supplies. I’m standing there, minding my own business, when I spot this old dude selling the freshest veggies. I mean, these carrots looked like they just came outta the ground! I’m like, “Yo, give me a bag of those!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I spill my cash everywhere! Ugh, I was so mad! Like, c’mon, kid! Watch where you’re going!

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