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So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin downtown, feelin all pent up, mad as a hornet cause the day’s been trash. Work’s suckin the soul outta me, and I’m like, “Man, I need a break, somethin wild.” That’s when I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a gnat’s attention span, leanin on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that scene with the whale in the movie—big, strange, just sittin there, pullin ya in. I’m thinkin, “Well, shoot, this is it, ain’t it?”

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Harvey should have hired Holly. But then afterwards she told the firm secrets to Andrew Malik and lost her opportunity to be hired.

I’m thinkin’, “Sure, why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of history, right? So I stroll down the streets, past the old buildings. Cromwell’s got this cool vibe, like it’s stuck in time but still alive. The old gold mining stuff? Super interesting.

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