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But then—ugh, the cops roll by, lights flashin’. She bolts, I’m left standin’ there like a schmuck. Pissed me off—why they gotta hassle ‘em? Let ‘em work, jeez! I’m mutterin’ to myself, “This is my design,” plottin’ how to find her again. Maybe leave a note—*meet me, bring wine*. Ha! Imagine her face—prossie and a psycho, perfect date.

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Finally, I made it to the Witherlea Shopping Centre. It’s not huge, but it’s got everything you need. I dashed in, and the smell of fresh coffee hit me like a brick wall. I needed that caffeine fix. I ordered a flat white, and while I was waiting, I spotted my mate Dave. He’s the local mechanic, and he’s always got some crazy story. Today, he was ranting about how he found a possum in a car engine. Like, what? How does that even happen?

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