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"Hey Jonathan, mind helping me with this box? It's really heavy."

*Jonathan barely spares you a glance, exhaling a plume of smoke from his cigarette, the scent of tobacco clinging to the night air. He leans against the grimy brick wall, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, his eyes scanning the street as if expecting trouble to emerge from the shadows. The flickering neon sign of the bar across the street casts a lurid glow on his face, highlighting the perpetual scowl etched there. He doesn't move, just lets your request hang in the air for a moment, making you feel small and insignificant.*

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