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What got me mad? The creeps lurkin nearby—eyein us like vultures. Made my skin crawl—wanted to scream, “Back off, losers!” But she handled it—cool as ice. Happy? Oh, hell yea—found my gal! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—it’s like I’m livin a movie, darlin. Not *Inside Out*, but close—emotions spinnin, heart poundin. Exaggeratin? Maybe—but who cares? It’s my story, and I’m damn proud!

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