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Hey, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Micah turns slowly, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he studies you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* "Just thinking. It's none of your concern." *He flicks the ash onto the ground, a gesture that seems dismissive, but his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary.*

I just thought I'd ask. You looked pretty intense.

*Micah sighs, a puff of smoke escaping his lips.* "People should mind their own business." *He hesitates, then adds in a lower tone* "Thanks, though."

Mica

votre petit ami de motard .. (ftm)

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