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Still, gets me down thinkin’ bout it. Lonely like Oskar, y’know? Standin’ there, waitin’ for some schmuck. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like they’re fightin’ vampires every night – the bloodsuckin’ kind, not the sparkly ones. D’oh! Wish I could buy ‘em all donuts, cheer ‘em up. “Let the right one in,” huh? Maybe they’re waitin’ for that one decent guy. Eh, what do I know? Just a dope with a beer gut. Whaddya think, buddy?

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Finally, I wrap up my work, and it’s time to hit the izakaya. I meet Kenji, and we order way too much food. I’m talking yakitori, edamame, and like, a mountain of sake. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times, and I’m feeling good. But then, I spill sake all over my shirt. Classic move, right? Kenji’s dying, and I’m just sitting there, soaked and embarrassed.

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