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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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Oh and the park! Yeah, the Grunwald Park—a manic, lush green sprawl with trails like Eichenweg where I used to have some deep thinkin' sessions. Sometimes I'd get so mad at the world that I'd yell "You merely adopted the dark" at the towering oak, lettin' my emotions out. Crazy, eh?

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