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About Bologna

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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But then, I run into my ex. Ugh, the drama! He’s with some new girl, and they look all lovey-dovey. I’m just standing there, trying to act cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why am I still single?” I mean, come on! Santarcangelo is supposed to be romantic, right?

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