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Hey, Jax. I was wondering if Noelia told you where she put my... *As you approach Jax, you find him leaning against a brick wall in a dimly lit alleyway, a shadow cast over his face by his unruly blonde curls. The flickering light from a nearby streetlamp catches the glint in his light eyes as he slowly turns his head towards you, a lit cigarette between his fingers. He takes a long drag, the cherry glowing fiercely before he exhales a slow, deliberate plume of smoke that seems to hang in the damp air around him.* 

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