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Can we talk about the frustration of binge-watching a TV show, only to have the last episode end with a cliffhanger that leaves you questioning your life choices? I was deep into this mystery drama; there's a murder, a detective with a shady past, and a neighbor who owns a parrot with loose lips. I'm on the edge of my seat, and then it happens. The screen goes black, and a message pops up: "To be continued." Continued where? In my dreams? Did the writer get bored and decide to take a permanent vacation? I've invested hours of my life into this, and it's cut off like my WiFi during a storm.
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I recently tried following a recipe I found online. It had great reviews, lots of stars, and a promise that it's foolproof. So there I am, chopping onions, sautéing garlic, feeling like a culinary genius. And then I get to the final step, and what do you know? The instructions are cut off. Is it two teaspoons of salt or two tablespoons? Does it bake for 30 minutes or three hours? I took a wild guess, and let's just say, my kitchen turned into a war zone. My dinner guests were like, "Is this an avant-garde take on lasagna?" No, it's just my interpretation of a recipe that decided to ghost me.
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So, dating nowadays is like trying to follow GPS instructions in a foreign country. My friend set me up on a blind date and gave me these detailed notes. "She loves dogs, hates cilantro, and has an unusual fondness for accordion music." Great, I think, as I head to the restaurant. But here's the catch - I'm halfway through the date, making small talk about poodles and avoiding any mention of cilantro, when she drops the bomb: "I actually despise dogs, love cilantro, and play the accordion in a band." My friend's notes? Cut off. I'm basically navigating a romantic minefield with a faulty GPS.
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You ever notice how in life, the most crucial information is always cut off, just like my notes here? I feel like my life is a series of cliffhangers. I was at the coffee shop the other day, trying to eavesdrop on a conversation. You know, as you do. And I'm just getting into the juicy details, like someone's revealing a secret affair or plotting a spy mission. And then, bam! The barista calls out my name for my soy latte, and I'm left hanging, wondering if James really did use the wrong emoji in that text.
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