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Never went thru with it, tho—chickened out, big time! Drove off, yellin’, “Marge’d skin me alive!” Candy waved, shoutin’, “Come back, ya goof!” Laughed ‘til I cried—me, a tractor drivin’ loser, chasin’ wild tales. Next day, plowin’ again, I’m hummin’, “Stories we tell ourselves”—damn good flick, damn weird night! What ya think, bud? Crazy, huh? D’oh!

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Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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