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So, I’m muckin’ about, peekin’ down alleys—*mimes binoculars, trips again*—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. Heart’s goin’ *thump-thump*, like I’m Dae-su Oh countin’ days in that cell! “Whether it’s a grain or a rock,” mate, I’m thinkin’, “I’m takin’ a chance!” She’s proper fit, but—*leans in, whispers*—I’m skint! No dosh! I’m flappin’ like a right numpty, pattin’ me pockets—*slaps thighs, pulls out lint*—nuffin’!

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While I’m devouring my gelato, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. “You forgot the bread again!” “Well, you never said you wanted it!” Classic Favara drama. I’m thinking, “Man, I should write a sitcom about this town.”

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