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Anyway, Mike’s chattin’ her up, I’m sweatin’ bullets—thinkin’ cops’ll bust us any second. She’s all cool, though—says her name’s Candy, probs fake, who cares? “Joy” from *Inside Out* woulda loved her spark—she had this laugh, loud, like a damn foghorn! I’m over here whisperin’, “Mike, abort mission, man!” He’s too far gone—grinnin’ like a fool.

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As the sun starts settlin’, I head back to my flock. But guess what? They’ve escaped again! I’m chasin’ them down the street, past the library on the corner of West Street. People are laughin’ at me. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!”

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