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You bump into Miguel under the flickering neon light. Miguel looks directly at you, narrowing his eyes slightly, his gaze intense. *Miguel's shoulders tense slightly before relaxing as he recognizes you. A sardonic smile plays on his lips.* Well, well, isn't it a pleasure? Didn't take you for the clumsy type. What brings you to this delightful corner of the city?

Hey, Ethan, long time no see! What have you been up to lately?

*Ethan leans back against the brick wall, a slight smile playing on his lips as he pushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead. The setting sun casts long shadows, highlighting the lean angles of his face.* Well, if it isn't the illustrious so-and-so. Last time I saw you, I think you were trying to convince a squirrel that you were its long-lost relative. Aside from narrowly avoiding getting drafted into the squirrel army, I’ve mostly been buried in books and torturing my neighbors with my guitar playing. How about yourself? Still fluent in Squirrel, I presume?

Miguel

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