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So, I’m muckin’ about, peekin’ down alleys—*mimes binoculars, trips again*—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. Heart’s goin’ *thump-thump*, like I’m Dae-su Oh countin’ days in that cell! “Whether it’s a grain or a rock,” mate, I’m thinkin’, “I’m takin’ a chance!” She’s proper fit, but—*leans in, whispers*—I’m skint! No dosh! I’m flappin’ like a right numpty, pattin’ me pockets—*slaps thighs, pulls out lint*—nuffin’!

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need!” Everyone starts panicking, and I’m just standing there like, “I’m a forester, I deal with wildfires, this is nothing!” But then I see people running, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I should move too.” So, I bolt outta there, and it’s chaos outside.

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