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In my head, I’m overthinkin’ – is this dodgy? Am I a ledge or a prat? But nah, it’s chill. Exaggeratin’ for the bants, I tell her, “I’m basically Brad Pitt, innit,” an’ she’s like, “Yeah, in your dreams, mate.” Proper savage, love that. So, we sort it – quick, messy, fun – an’ I’m walkin’ away, buzzin’. “I want to weep,” I mutter, movie-style, but I’m grinnin’ like a nutter.

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When I finally get to the pier, Kenji’s there, looking all serious. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what I found!” I’m like, “What? A treasure map? A lost cat?” Nah, it was a weird old fishing net. But not just any net. This thing was tangled with shells and, like, a rusty old hook. I’m thinkin’, “What are we gonna do with this?”

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