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Now, don’t get me wrong, sugar, I ain’t judgin’. Live and let live, I say! But I’m tickled pink imaginin’ her fishin’ with me—two gals, sittin’ pretty, waitin’ for a bite. Maybe she’d say, “I’m programmed for love!”—like them robots in the movie. I’d cackle, “Darlin’, I’m programmed for biscuits and gravy!” We’d laugh ‘til the cows come home. Surprised me how easy she chatted—none o’ that uppity nonsense. Just real, like me talkin’ to you now.

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. They need a last-minute repair on a shop on de Laar. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But I can’t say no. So, I rush over, and of course, it’s a disaster. The glass is all wrong, and I’m losing my mind.

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