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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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I finally get to the lab, and guess what? My colleague, Dave, is already there. He’s always early. Like, chill, mate! Anyway, we start the experiment, and everything’s going smoothly. I’m feeling like a genius, right? But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck! We’re in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, now I can’t even see my notes.”

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