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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, heavy rain! I was soaked in seconds. I ran for cover under a nearby shack. And guess what? The shack was selling fish! So, I ended up buying some fried fish while waiting for the rain to stop. Talk about a win-win!

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