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Favorite story tho. This one gal. Called her Sparkplug. Always near my shop. Smoked like a chimney. Said. “Engines and me. We both purr.” Cracked me up. She’d barter. Oil change for a quickie. Nah. I’d just fix her ride. Free. Made me happy. Seein’ her grin. Surprised me too. How smart she was. Knew carbs better than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn. She coulda been somethin’.

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After the rain, I decide to hit the park. You know, the one by the Myjava River? It’s beautiful there. Trees, birds, the whole shebang. I’m walkin’ along the path, feelin’ all zen, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this lady joggin’ by just laughs. Like, thanks for the support, lady! I get up, brush myself off, and keep goin’.

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