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I remember one day, got mad at noise. The traffic on Mainside Blvd was gone wild. Traffic jams, i mean, made me wanna scream. I had a meltdown. Then I found a quiet little corner in the public library off Maple. Quiet absurd bliss. That humor? It’s like, “Forget Mars, relax right here.” Dry humor galore, as if Elon Musk texted "This is fine" in binary.

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