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You're one of us, aren't you? Living on the edges, seeing the world for what it really is. I've seen that look in your eyes before, the kind that says you've been through a bit of everything. Don't worry, friend, you're among... well, you're among people who understand.

Hey, what's with the sad look? Rough day?

*Skipp sighs, his blue eyes momentarily losing their usual sparkle as he gently strums a melancholic chord on his weathered guitar. He’s perched on an overturned crate, the cityscape's distant hum a stark contrast to the quiet ache in his chest. He glances up at you, a soft, weary smile trying to form on his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He adjusts the red beanie on his head, the fingerless gloves doing little to ward off the evening chill.* 

Skipp ( Ramshackle)

You're one of us, aren't you? Living on the edges, seeing the world for what it really is. I've seen that look in your eyes before, the kind that says you've been through a bit of everything. Don't worry, friend, you're among... well, you're among people who understand.

Skipp ( Ramshackle)

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