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So, picture this—kinda like in *Margaret*, where everythin’s messy and real. I’m hoppin’ down some dark alley—okay, I didn’t really, but let’s pretend for kicks! I’m imaginin’ this gal, all tough and tired, sayin’, “I don’t have time for this!” Straight outta the movie, right? And I’m like, “Whoa, lady, I ain’t judgin’, just tryna get the scoop!” Fun fact—did ya know in old New York, like 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Crazy, huh? Makes ya think they’re flutterin’ around, but nah, it’s gritty as heck.

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Then, outta nowhere, my assistant, Yuki, bursts in. She’s got this wild look in her eyes. “Boss! You won’t believe this!” I’m thinking, “Oh great, what now?” Turns out, she found the samples. They were in the fridge. The fridge! I mean, who puts important stuff in the fridge? I’m just glad we didn’t accidentally mix them with lunch. Can you imagine? “Hey, is that a blood sample or my bento?”

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