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Me, I’d rather sing ‘em a song than judge ‘em—maybe “9 to 5,” get ‘em dancin’ ‘stead of cryin’. Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know some gals in New Orleans used to advertise with coded handkerchiefs back in the day? Red fer yes, blue fer no—ain’t that a stitch? I’d prob’ly mess it up and wave a polka-dot one, confusin’ everybody—typical Dolly, y’all!

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Finally, my break rolls around. I dash to the little park on Haboro’s main street. It’s got this cute little pond, and I just wanna chill for a sec. But guess what? There’s a bunch of kids feeding the ducks. And these ducks? They’re like, the most aggressive ducks I’ve ever seen. They’re quacking like they own the place. I’m just trying to eat my onigiri in peace, but these little monsters are eyeing my food like it’s their last meal.

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