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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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Now, the museum’s cool. It’s got all this local history stuff. But Lars? He’s in a panic. Apparently, he tried to impress some girl and got lost in the exhibits. Classic Lars. I’m rollin’ my eyes, but I can’t help but laugh. We finally find him near the old fire truck. He’s like, “I thought it was a time machine!”