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Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t judgin’. Life’s tough, like Llewyn losin’ his gig at the Gaslight. “It’s all just survival,” I’d mutter, tappin’ my nails on the desk. I’d probly overthink it—should I bring cash? A gift? Lord, I’d bake ‘em cookies first, then remember—oops, wrong vibe!

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I’m tryin’ to figure out how to deal with it, and I’m getting all sorts of looks from the dock workers. They’re probably thinkin’, “What’s this tree hugger gonna do?” But I’m not backing down. I get my gear out, and we start clearing it up.

Biochemist begins new role as Felixstowe Parish Priest