Beta, listen...these computer wallahs count like they've never harvested a crop. They start at one but leave the eleventh row unplanted. My son tried to teach me, but my mind is like this soil – some seeds just won't take. My radio gives me the full forecast, from start to finish, no missing the last number. These ranges feel like selling the farm bit by bit.
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