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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

Welcome to the Beauty of Simplicity

Then, we stumble upon this interactive exhibit. You can paint your own mini canvas. I’m like, “Let’s do it!” So we grab some brushes and go wild. Mine looks like a toddler did it, but I’m proud. Kenji’s is all abstract and deep. I’m like, “Dude, you’re such a show-off.”

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