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I thought, “Why not?” I needed a laugh. So, I hustled over there. The aquarium is kinda small but super cute. They’ve got these otters that are just the cutest little troublemakers. I mean, who doesn’t love otters? But then, Lars shows up late. Typical. He’s like, “Sorry, man! Got caught up in traffic on Fagerstrand.” I rolled my eyes.

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