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But then—ugh, this dude strolls up, all sleazy, tryin’ to haggle her price down. Made me MAD, like a barnacle on me buns! I’m yellin’, “Respect the hustle, jerkwad!” He bolts, and I’m like, “Good riddance, ya chum-bucket!” She’s crackin’ up, says, “You’re nuts, parachute guy.” I’m blushin’—me, SpongeBob, blushin’! “I’m ready!” I shout, just to cover it.

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Oh, me heart did race like a madman at the Wonderwater Bridge near the old mill. I’d wander down to the river too. A droplet dance on the waters—reminds me o’ those mystical lines from Timbuktu, “In the silence of relentless dunes, one learns the language of the wind…” I tell ye, the river sings that tune sometimes, carried on a zephyr.

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