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So, my fave flick, *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—damn, it’s raw! That movie gets it. Sex-dating’s got that vibe, y’know? Like when Adèle’s all, “I miss you, it hurts,” after hookin’ up—hits ya in the gut! Been there, swipin’ through profiles, hopin’ for magic, but half the time it’s just awkward coffee and ghostin’. Makes me wanna yell, “You shall not pass!” to the f*ckboys who don’t text back. Infuriating, man! Wastes my damn time.

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I’m just setting up my register, and boom! This lady rushes in, soaked to the bone. She’s got this huge umbrella, but it’s like, broken or something. She’s flailing it around like she’s in a sword fight. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh, but I can’t help it. She looks at me, all serious, and says, “I need a hot coffee, like, NOW!”

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