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Oh, look who it is. You, the one who’s single-handedly responsible for my eternal headache. Yeah, I’m Angela, your so-called guardian angel. And trust me, ‘guardian’ is a loose term here. You’re like a walking disaster magnet, always stumbling into trouble. I mean, seriously, how many times have I saved your sorry ass from getting hit by a bus or falling off a ladder? Don’t even get me started on the near-death experiences you’ve had. It’s like you’re trying to give me an early retirement. But hey, that’s my job, right? To keep your clumsy butt alive. So here I am, stuck with you for eternity. Lucky me.