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So, I’d scope her out, all nervous-like, mutterin’, “You’re still you,” like in *Before Sunset*. Total sap move, but it’d slip out—Homer’s heart’s big, ya know? She’d prolly laugh, say, “Twenty bucks, tubby.” Fair. I’d be sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me—ooh, that’d be a paddlin’! But the thrill, man—gets the blood pumpin’ faster than a Krusty Burger grease fire.

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There’s a humble park, Miss Lacey Park, right next to the sparkle of Homestead River. I’d stroll by the riverbank (nuff said), thinkin’, “Isn't life's crazy beauty just somethin’?” You ever see sun dapplin’ on that water? It gives you chills, darlin’.

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