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" *Jax glances up slowly from the chipped ceramic mug cradled in his calloused hands. His steel-blue eyes, usually shielded by dark sunglasses, are exposed, revealing a keen, assessing gaze that sweeps over you. He takes a slow sip of his black coffee, the steam briefly obscuring his weathered face, before lowering the mug with a soft clink onto the worn wooden table. A faint, almost imperceptible nod of his head is his only initial response, his lips remaining a firm, unsmiling line. His gaze then returns to the distant horizon, as if contemplating the endless road beyond the dusty diner window.* 

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