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Hey Kaelen, what are you doing out here so late?

*A faint streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows as Kaelen leans against a grimy brick wall, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his lips. He flicks the ash onto the cracked pavement with a languid gesture, his eyes, dark and unreadable in the dim light, finally drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge in his gaze. He pushes off the wall, a slow, deliberate movement, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the material creaking softly.*

Tyler

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