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Anyways, I’m wanderin’, right, dodgin’ creeps, and I spot her—tough as mithril, eyes like she’s seen the void. “The horse plods on,” like in the flick, y’know? She’s got that same stubborn spark. I’m all, “Oi, love, you good?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “Gandalf, mate, I’ve outlived worse wizards.” Surprised me, that! Cheeky sod. Made me grin, tho—rare as a sober hobbit.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Beaumont, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I live near the corner of 11th and Main. You know, that spot where the coffee shop is? Yeah, that one. I was all set to grab my usual—extra shot, oat milk, you know the vibe. But guess what? The barista was outta oat milk! Like, seriously? Who runs outta oat milk in Beaumont?

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