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I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

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After class, I decide to grab a coffee at the café on the corner of St. Peter’s Road. I need caffeine, like, yesterday. I walk in, and the barista’s like, “What can I get you?” I’m all, “Just a flat white, please.” But then I see the cake display. Oh man, the chocolate cake looks divine. I’m torn. Do I get the coffee or the cake? Spoiler: I got both.

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