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And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and my phone’s blowin’ up. My buddy Kenji’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Otsuki Park!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a good park day? But first, I gotta grab my gear. I’m a texture artist, right? Gotta have my sketchbook and all that jazz.

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