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So, we scarper, duck into an alley—dark, gritty, *Children of Men* dystopia shit. She’s giggles, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ “This bird’s a riot!” She’s tellin’ me how prossies dodge the coppers—tip: wear a wig, switch it up! Genius, yeah? I’m happy now, buzzin’—Ruby’s a gem, a real dolly bird. “You’re my miracle, Kee!” I blurt, all dramatic-like, channelin’ that movie soul.

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But then, I remember I still gotta finish some paperwork. So, I head home, plop down on my couch, and just crash. What a day, right? I’m knackered, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Mendip’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen!

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