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So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

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But then, she smiles. “Coming right up!” I’m thinkin’, “Okay, Borne, you’re not so bad.” I sit outside, sippin’ my latte, watchin’ the world go by. There’s this couple on bikes, and they’re just cruisin’ down the street. I’m jealous. I wanna ride a bike, but I’m stuck with this massive machine.

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