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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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After work, I decide to hit up the River Shannon. Needed some fresh air, ya know? The view is stunning. The sun’s settin’, and the water’s glistening. I’m standin’ there, takin’ it all in, and I feel this wave of relief wash over me. Like, maybe today wasn’t a total bust after all.

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