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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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After the downpour, we decide to hit up a local izakaya on Shikoku Street. The food is bomb! I’m devouring yakitori like it’s my last meal. Kenji’s talking about his latest game, and I’m just nodding, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about how I can incorporate the rain into our game.

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