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But—*pauses, scratches head*—I gets mad, yeah? Some punters out there, dodgy blokes, treatin’ these girls like rubbish! Makes me wanna—*punches air, falls flat*—smash summat! Then she smiles, all cheeky, and I’m happy again—*grins like an idiot*—‘cause she’s got a laugh like an engine purrin’. Surprised me, that did! Thought, “Man’s an animal!”—y’know, like in the movie? Deep stuff, mate!

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The entire town feels alive. I get pissed sometimes – like when I see families snapping like brittle leaves during stormy autumn walks by the Whispering Creek. Yup, that’s a hidden gem; a little river that runs along Pine Ln. There’s myth, there’s lore – and plenty of childhood wonder. “At least you'll be happy,” echoes in my mind, straight outta Amélie.

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