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I’d be strollin’ downtown, mutterin’, “Hmm… where’s the action?” Prolly spot some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’d think, “She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*!” Like in the movie, when Adèle says, “I miss you, it hurts.” That’s me, missin’ somethin’ wild, but I ain’t even started yet! I’d be nervous, tho—heart poundin’, palms sweaty. “Marge, chill,” I’d tell myself, but nah, I’m a mess.

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So, I lock up the café, take a deep breath, and head home. The sun’s setting over the Moray Firth, and it’s beautiful. I think, “Yeah, I’ll do this again tomorrow.” Because that’s life in Forres, man. Full of chaos, laughter, and a whole lot of coffee.

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