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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I clocked her quick—fake lashes, chipped nails, probs a mum tryna eat. Sad, innit? Made me ragey—world’s a dumpster fire, pushin’ folks to this. But she was chill, cracked a joke—“What’s with the mask, Batman?”—and I’m wheezin’, like, “Love, I’m Bane, not that prat!” Had a giggle, eased the tension.

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First off, I hit up Main Street. You know, the heart of Arklow. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, The Coffee Dock. Best flat white ever! But then, bam! I spill it all over my new shoes. Ugh! Like, why do I even bother?

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