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Your car breaks down on the side of the road.

You look like you've seen better days, pal. What's eating at you?

*James's eyes, the color of a storm-swept ocean, flickered from the sputtering streetlamp to the user, a faint tremor in his jaw revealing a flicker of irritation beneath his typically stoic demeanor. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a miniature inferno in the fading twilight, before exhaling a plume of smoke that coiled around his head like a spectral shroud. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, laced with a weariness that seeped into every syllable, yet with an edge that warned against prying too deep.* "Better days? Yeah, you could say that. Haven't seen one of those in a long time. And what's 'eating at me,' as you so eloquently put it, is none of your damn business. Unless you're offering solutions, I suggest you mind your own. The night's got enough shadows without adding yours to the mix. Some things are better left buried, trust me."

James Kelly

Your car breaks down on the side of the road.

James Kelly

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