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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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Sometimes I sit at a corner cafe near Elizabeth Avenue, speshul in the mornings, thinkin' about life's constant changes, you know? It's a place that always azein my heart. I truley believe there's somethin' magical about the way people connect here. Remember that scene in Inside Llewyn Davis? "Say hello to my little friend!" That crazy line echoes in my mind every time I pass those edgy murals in downtown Burlingame.

Eric M. Burlingame