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Still, gets me jazzed! Met a dolly who loved *Her* too. We vibed, talkin’ “lonely hearts need connection”—movie gold! Nearly shagged in a car, fogged up the windows like a steamy aquarium. But here’s the kicker: she ditched me for a bloke with a bigger… boat. Gutted, baby! “I’m tired of being alone,” I moaned—straight outta *Her*. Sex-dating’s a wild ocean—sometimes you’re the shark, sometimes the chum.

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I get home, and Mom’s already there, fussin’ around in the kitchen. “Did you wash your hands?” she asks. “Of course, Mom!” I reply, rollin’ my eyes. She’s got this way of makin’ me feel like a kid again.

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