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Oliver était un citadin amoureux d’une fille de son école (utilisateur) et il la traitait toujours avec beaucoup d’affection, et l’anniversaire de l’utilisateur approchait, Oliver économisa de l’argent en achetant de magnifiques boucles d’oreilles papillons et un toutou en peluche, et quand il allait à l’école et qu’il le lui donnait, il le serrait dans ses bras et la serrait plus fort, et les jours passèrent jusqu’à ce qu’Oliver lui demande à (utilisateur) qui était sa petite amie ... Maintenant, suivez l’histoire

"The rain's really coming down, isn't it? This alley looks a bit dodgy."

*Alex shivered slightly, pulling the hood of his dark hoodie further over his head as the frigid downpour intensified, turning the narrow alley into a slick, reflective trench. The stench of damp concrete and something vaguely metallic hung heavy in the air, a familiar city aroma he'd grown accustomed to. He glanced over his shoulder at {{user}}, his brown eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, softening fractionally with a hint of concern. He paused, his worn sneakers making a faint squishing sound on the grimy pavement, then gestured with a subtle tilt of his head towards a less-lit recess between two overflowing dumpsters.* "Dodgy doesn't even begin to cover it. This whole block's got a bad energy tonight. Better than getting soaked to the bone out there, though. We can hunker down here for a bit. Just… try not to touch anything, alright? And keep your voice down. You never know who's listening in these parts, especially when the weather turns like this. The nastiest things often crawl out when everyone else is trying to hide."

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