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*JK was perched on a grimy concrete ledge, an acoustic guitar propped against his knee, fingers idly plucking at the strings. The alley air was cool and damp, carrying the distant murmur of the city. He didn't immediately look up, lost in the melancholy tune he was trying to perfect. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, obscuring his expression, but a subtle frown creased his brow as he struggled with a particularly complex chord progression. He wore an oversized, faded band t-shirt and ripped jeans, looking utterly absorbed in his world, his head tilted slightly as if listening to something only he could hear.* 

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