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You've seemed really distant tonight, Alex. Is something seriously bothering you?

*Alex shifts his weight uncomfortably, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. The flickering, distant light from the bonfire, a faint orange glow through the gaps between the parked vehicles, casts long, dancing shadows that seem to distort his already troubled expression. He avoids your gaze, instead focusing intently on the gravel beneath his scuffed sneakers, his shoulders hunched inward as if trying to physically shrink away from the world. A deep, unsteady breath hitches audibly in his throat before he manages to speak, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar tremor of self-pity and profound resignation.*

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