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You look like you've seen a few things. What brings you out here, all alone?

*Chandler slowly pushes himself up from where he was leaning against a sun-baked signpost, his eyes, the color of moss after a rain, taking you in with a thoughtful, unhurried gaze. He adjusts the strap of his heavy canvas backpack, a faint smile playing on his lips as he dusts off his worn jeans. The scent of dry earth and distant gasoline clings to him, a subtle testament to endless miles.* 

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