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Anyhow, I’m wafflin’—she’s tappin’ her foot, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “What’s it to be, blondie?” she snaps. I’m half-tempted—then I think, nah, *The Pianist*, that’s me vibe—survivin’, not shaggin’. “I must play, I must!”—Szpilman’s voice in me noggin. So I leg it—yep, scarper sharpish, leavin’ her gobsmacked. “Bloody toff!” she yells. I’m cacklin’—what a berk I am!

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Sometimes, in rush hour, I get mad ‘cause the traffic on River Blvd is a mess – honk, honk, and smooches in the air – but then I remember, “You can close your eyes but then you see.” Like that movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, precious – deep, deep feelings, just like when I swears the app matches souls over endless midnight chats!

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