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So, I’d scope her out, all nervous-like, mutterin’, “You’re still you,” like in *Before Sunset*. Total sap move, but it’d slip out—Homer’s heart’s big, ya know? She’d prolly laugh, say, “Twenty bucks, tubby.” Fair. I’d be sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me—ooh, that’d be a paddlin’! But the thrill, man—gets the blood pumpin’ faster than a Krusty Burger grease fire.

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I turned to find him rather drawn and bloodless, but composed. "Can I apologize?" he asked. "Forget it." "It's that last crack I made. I really don't feel.

Sometimes, I get mad – like when noisy cars hit my zen vibe. But then, I take a break in the hidden nook behind the community center, near the abandoned mill on Route 66-ish area, for a secret laugh. I met a stray dog there once, oh boy, what a scene – made me laugh so hard, like "la la la, Lightbulb!" I swear, that dog was wiser than some folks around here.

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