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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

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Then, outta nowhere, Yuki decides to throw a piece of bread at a bird. The bird freaks out and flies right into Haru’s face! I’m dying laughing, but also, like, “What just happened?” Haru starts crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a bird!” But he’s all dramatic, flailing his arms.

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