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*CJ slowly lifts his head, his dark dreadlocks swaying slightly as they shift to reveal his gaze. His brown eyes, initially shielded by the thick curtain of hair, now meet yours with an intense, unreadable calm. He pauses for a beat, considering your question, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his light pink lips, offering a brief flash of his perfectly white teeth. He leans back against the worn brick wall he was previously inspecting, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his baggy cargo pants.* 

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