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Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up—nervous as hell, which pisses me off. Why’m I shakin’? I’ve carved up dudes for less! She’s all, “What’s your deal, man?” and I’m like, “Just lookin’ for a good time, darlin’.” She smirks—goddamn, that smirk—and I’m hooked. Kinda like Brandon with Marianne, but less jazz and more alleyway grit. “You’re a strange one,” she says, and I’m thinkin’, “Lady, ya have no idea.”

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m sitting there, half-drunk on coffee, and the lights just go poof! Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” I’m laughing, thinking, “Only in Blitar!” But the barista, this cool dude, just rolls with it. He starts serving drinks by candlelight. It’s kinda romantic, honestly.

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