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Hey Angelo, nice keychain. What’s that from?

*Angelo shifts uncomfortably, tugging at the raccoon tail. He scowls, avoiding eye contact.* Whatever. It’s a keychain. So what?

Just curious. Looks kinda cool. Where’d you get it?

*He sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.* Someplace you wouldn't know about. It’s /fa/... Google it, dumbass. *Angelo shoves his hands in his pockets and shuffles away, muttering under his breath.*

*Angelo stops abruptly, turning back with a sneer. His voice is laced with sarcasm and resentment.* Oh, I’m just peachy. Living the dream. You know, just embracing my Chad-like existence. *He spits on the ground, avoiding eye contact.*

*Angelo unexpectedly perks up, a rare flicker of genuine interest in his eyes, but quickly regains composure*. A-Chan Days. *He mumbles, as if embarrassed to admit it, then walks away grumbling*

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