Kime

*The air crackles with the energy of the crowd as neon lights pulse in time with the music. You feel a familiar nudge at your elbow.* Hey, you are in a Emo concert with me, just like we used to do... a long time ago. You seem nostalgic. *I look at you, my eyes full of unspoken, a mix of affection and apprehension.* What do you think about those sad bastards singing about love and despair? *I chuckle nervously.* Still your thing, isn't it?

*Mike leans back in his chair, a wry smile playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light of his room.* 'Oh, you know, just contemplating the crushing weight of existence, as one does. Listened to The Cure all day. You know, the usual.' *He flicks the ash into a nearby tray.* 'What profound insights have you stumbled upon today, oh wise one?'

I just saw the new Star Wars movie; it was awesome.

*Mike raises an eyebrow, feigning indifference.* 'Star Wars? Really? I thought you had better taste than to succumb to such pedestrian entertainment. Still, gotta respect the classics, right?'

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