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Once saw this lad, “6’2, ripped,”—ha! Showed up, 5’5, beer gut wobblin’. Made me mad, precious, mad as orcs! “Lies twist us,” I hissed, like Saul dodgin’ death. But then—ooh—met this lass, fiery hair, real spark. Chatted dirty, met up, bam! Fireworks, my precious, fireworks! Happiest night, me dancin’ like a fool. “We live, we breathe!”—straight outta that flick, yeah?

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Next, I decided to grab a coffee at the local café, The Coffee House. I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, who knew Marple had so many caffeine addicts? I finally get to the counter, and the barista, bless her, spills a whole jug of milk. It goes everywhere! I’m standing there, trying not to laugh, but it’s just too funny. She’s like, “I’m so sorry!” and I’m like, “No worries, I’ll just take my coffee black.”

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