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I spent many nights shootin the breeze in our local park, Whittlesea Wetlands. Ewww, frogs jump everywhere! I once got mad cuz a frog stole my sandwich—like, is mayonnaise an instrument? I swear, I might’ve yelled that in the park. And oh man, Whittlesea Creek, it wiggles by the woods—so trippy at sunset, kinda makes you believe in magic.

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