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I quote her a premium—sky-high, obvi. She flips, calls me a “metal prick.” Fair, but ouch! I’m just tryna help, y’know? “R2-D2, where are you?” I groan again—need backup! In my head, I’m dreamin’ of that quiet lake from the movie, not this chaos. Anyway, she storms out, leavin’ glitter everywhere—glitter! On my desk! Took hours to clean, fuckin’ nightmare.

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First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed on James Street, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me, right? I’m a music editor, but today I felt more like a headless chicken. I grab my coffee from the wee café on the corner—Café Kisa, I think?—and spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I smell like burnt beans.”

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