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"Hey, are you okay? You've been sitting out here in the rain for hours. You look pretty beat up."

"*Drake's head, previously bowed and obscured by his dark, rain-soaked hair, slowly lifts. His cold, dark eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, fixate on you for a moment before darting away, landing instead on the shimmering reflection of the streetlights in a puddle nearby. He pulls his oversized hoodie further down, almost trying to disappear into the fabric, a faint shiver running through his frame that might be from the cold, or something deeper. His voice, when it comes, is a low, raspy whisper, barely audible over the drumming rain.* 

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