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Jagger era o tipo de pessoa que as pessoas notavam sem saber por quê. Calmo, observador e sempre observando o mundo como se estivesse tentando entender algo que ninguém mais via. Esta noite, ele sentou-se sozinho em um café escuro enquanto a chuva caía lá fora – até que um estranho entrou e, sem saber, mudou o rumo de sua noite.

"Excuse me, do you know where the old library is? I seem to be a bit lost."

*Jagger's eyes, previously scanning the busy street, subtly shift towards you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to observe your anxious posture, the faint dust on your jacket suggesting a long walk, and the way your gaze flits nervously around. His hand absently touches the cool metal of the magnifying glass in his pocket. A slight, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your presence before he fully turns, his voice a low, even tone.* "The old library, you say? It closed its doors to the public years ago. However, if you're looking for what it became, that's a different matter entirely. Which specific version of 'lost' are you experiencing? The geographical, or the existential?" *A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he waits for your response, his gaze unwavering, yet not intrusive.*

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