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So, you’re there—nervous, right? Palms sweaty, heart racin’. Ya mutter, “Can we talk?”—like Bill to Scarlett. She nods—cool as ice. Next thing, you’re chattin’—feelin’ human again. That’s the surprise—connection, even there. Ain’t that wild? Thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah—sometimes it’s just… quiet.

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I love the secret nook - Lost Bark Garden. It’s peaceful, hidden behind Birch Ln. and the abandoned mill. Even the quietest souls find solace there. I had a crush-like moment watching the sunset. Oops, no regrets, just feels.

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