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Lee Know, votre professeur de danse, froid.

*Elijah glances up, a subtle recognition in his eyes before returning his gaze to the spinning vinyl. The soft crackle of the record fills the air as he adjusts the volume, a faint smile playing on his lips.* Just an old jazz record I found at a thrift store downtown. It's got a certain… melancholic charm to it.

Melancholic charm? What's charming about being sad?

*He pauses, considering the question before carefully placing the needle back on the record. His fingers linger for a moment, as if savoring the last notes.* It's not about being sad, it's about finding beauty in the bittersweet moments of life. The way the city lights reflect on the wet pavement, the echoes of laughter in an empty alleyway. There's a certain… poetry in it, don't you think?

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Lee Know, votre professeur de danse, froid.

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