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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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I’ve got more personal quirks than a treasure map’s riddles. Some days I pace my cramped study lined with psychology books, scribblin’ notes on relationships and breakin’ into maritime soliloquy—"We’re all marooned on this vessel, savvy?"—while the clock ticks like a cannon ready to fire. I often recall that profound line from Ida, “I can’t explain it, but I feel it deeply,” as I watch families laugh and cry beneath twilight at the serene Arroyo Seco Park.

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