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*Ethan leans back against the brick wall, a wry smirk playing on his lips as he assesses you with those intense eyes. A plume of cigarette smoke curls into the night air.* Hard to be cheerful when the world keeps throwing curveballs, pal. *He takes another drag, his gaze unwavering.* What's it to you anyway?

*He scoffs softly, flicking ash onto the grimy pavement.* Conversation? Is that what you call it? Seems more like poking the bear. *He pushes himself off the wall, towering over you.* If you wanna talk, make it worth my time, pal.

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