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I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m sweatin’ bullets. “You got the time?” I ask, winkin’—total fail. She’s like, “Time’s money, sweetie.” Ouch, burned me good! Made me mad for a sec—how’s she so quick? But then I’m laughin’, ‘cause she’s got sass, and I dig that. Reminds me of *Blue*—y’know, “You’re my spark, my flame!” That’s what I’m chasin’ here, that spark!

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I gotta tell ya, sometimes I feels like the time is fluid. “Time, like water, slips away...”, like the movie said, err, quotin’ Syndromes and a Century, that poetic mumbo-jumbo I loves when the wind’s humming softly. I always mutter "stupid, fat hobbit!" when the city’s too noisy and I just need to find a quiet corner n’ zone out.

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