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Exaggeratin’ for kicks—felt like I was floatin’ in spacetime, chattin’ her up. “You’re my escape,” I mumbled—cheesy, yeah, but true. *Dogville* vibes again—“I’ll take what’s mine,” she’d say, and this lass did—my cash, my time, my bloody sanity! Happy? Sure, for 20 mins. Then—poof—empty as a void.

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After that chaos, I head to my office. You know, the usual actuary stuff—numbers, spreadsheets, and trying not to fall asleep. But then, my boss walks in. He’s all hyped up about some new project. “We’re gonna revolutionize the insurance industry!” he says. I’m like, “Bro, it’s insurance, not a rock concert.” But whatever, I nod and pretend to care.

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