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I’m all, “You’re pretty neat!” She goes, “You’re weird, pinky.” Fair, I guess. I didn’t hire her, tho—felt funny. Just gave her my sandwich. “Keep it real,” I says, like Zuckerberg droppin’ lines. She wuz shocked—free food? “Thanks, tubby,” she says. Rude, but I’m happy!

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And oh, Baker Park by the creek—its tiny river, the Whispering Brook— flows fast sometimes. It clears my mind. I laugh out loud sometimes: “I meant it, man!” thinking of that awkward meeting in a phony boardroom. Misfits unite here.

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