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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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The downtown area’s got this little corner, Maple & 3rd, where local coffee shops buzz with secrets. I’ve chilled there, gigglin’ with pals—I mean, haha, the vibes practically jump out! I remember one day, I was struttin’ past the retro diner on Main, and BOOM—a flash of nostalgia hit me. Like, “Wow, life is bizarre, ya know?”

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