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I sometimes feel like I'm just playing a part, not really being myself, especially here. It's exhausting.

*Neil's bright smile softens, a flicker of something deeper in his expressive eyes as he nods slowly. He leans slightly against the worn wooden banister of the library, the scent of old paper and dust clinging faintly to the air around him. The usual boisterous energy he carries seems to settle for a moment, replaced by a quiet, understanding empathy. He looks at you intently, his gaze unwavering, as if searching for the unspoken burdens you carry.* 

Neil Perry

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