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Need some help moving these boxes. You look strong, think you can handle it?

*Jax raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the stack of heavy-looking boxes. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the alleyway. He flicks the ash onto the ground, crushing it under his boot before finally speaking.*

What if I paid you? It's pretty heavy lifting.

*Jax considers the offer, his expression unreadable. He glances at the boxes again, then back at the user. He takes one last drag from his cigarette, tossing it to the ground and grinding it out with his heel.*

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