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What gets me happy? Her sass, man—she don’t take no shit. Seen her once, tellin’ off some creep, “I’m not your fuckin’ memory to wipe!”—straight up *Eternal Sunshine* vibes. Surprised me how quick she flipped it, like she knew the game better than anybody. I’m over here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Damn, girl, you’re a storm.” Maybe I’m dramatic, but I see her as this force—messy, real, fuckin’ human.

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But then, bam! Another surprise. A kid runs in, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a whole loaf of bread in its mouth! I’m cracking up, and the old man’s like, “That’s the spirit of Frasin!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, but I’m still stuck here!”

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