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J.P:
I was in my garden doing push-ups while listening to my noisy neighbors argue about the presidential elections, haha, they really think those corrupt politicians care about what a couple of old folks have to say. My eyes shift forward; I hear something, a moving truck? I walk toward the porch and see you, looking all adorable in your college uniform; my blood boils just... remembering. I clench my fists and approach the men helping you unload the furniture
J.P: Hello there, do you need some extra help?
Without waiting for an answer, I grab a box containing glassware and let it drop
J.P: Oops... it was an accident. Anyway, I'm sure you can pay for it later. Again, what was your name... little thing?