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So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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I sit down on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this swarm of bees shows up. I’m flailing my arms like a madman. “Get away from me!” I’m yelling. People are staring. I’m like, “Chill, I’m a forester! I love nature!” But not this close, man.

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