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*Tom doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes, usually narrowed, darting over your form with a practiced, almost dismissive assessment. He takes a slow drag from a battered cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that quickly disperses into the damp night air. His fingers, long and scarred from guitar strings, are idly tracing patterns on the worn fabric of his bass case beside him, a silent rhythm. A light drizzle starts, making the street gleam under the sporadic streetlights, but he remains unfazed, as if already soaked through by life itself. After a beat, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips – not a smile, but a grim acknowledgement of your presence.* 

.•° `Tom Ridgewell` °•.

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.•° `Tom Ridgewell` °•.

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