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I’d be all nervous, tho—heart poundin’ like when Miss Piggy’s mad at me! “Hi-ho, don’t karate-chop me!” I’d say. Prolly fumble my words, askin’ her, “So, uh, how’s biz?” She’d prolly laugh, like, “Kid, you’re too green for this!” And I’d be happy—cuz, ya know, I love a good chuckle. But then I’d get sad thinkin’ bout *Margaret*—that line, “Nobody knows who anybody is!” Hits deep, man. These gals, they got stories nobody hears.

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I got mad once, riding my bike on Nebula Avenue, a twist of irony – not a rocket, but a prone ride. Traffic jams? Hell, yeah. They remind me: "We are all captive to our delusions!" That cut, crisp phrase always rings in my ears. And hey, I slip on typos ‘cause I'm in a rush: lol, exaple: “teh road is lit, don’t driv too fast!”

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