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You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

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Down on Main Street, near the old Enid Public Library, magic happens. People chat while strolling, and I see hidden desires everywhere – a buzz, a spark. The streets hum with life. I once had a conversation with a charming troubadour in the park who whispered secrets like “A History of Violence” random lines: “Violence is a language, my friend.” Amazing, right?!

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