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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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i gotta mention the Beadle Park. man, it's like a secret heart of owosso, where the river lubbers (Grindstone River, i think?) whisper old tales. park benches witness more love confessions than any dating app ever could. sometimes i just sit there, ramblin, thinking 'bout the chaos, the mess, the beauty – like in that movie, when the world’s on the brink but still, hope persists.

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