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So, we’re talkin’ rates, me and her. She’s cool, no bullshit. Says, “Thirty, full deal.” Hate negotiatin’, but fair’s fair. Hand her the cash, crisp bills—none of that digital garbage. She winks, says, “You’re a weird one.” Damn right, I am. Hate normal. We head off, and I’m thinkin’, this beats watchin’ Cathy cry over her pansy gardener any day.

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Anyway, we’re talking, and I’m trying to impress her, right? I’m like, “You know, I shear sheep. It’s an art.” She laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously! It’s like sculpting!” But then, I trip over a sheep’s leg. Classic me. I fall right into a pile of hay. Everyone’s laughing, including Ana. I’m dying inside, but hey, at least I made her smile.

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