Neha

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Hey, you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Mark shifts his gaze towards you, his blue eyes narrowed slightly. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the alleyway. The air is thick with the smell of rain and stale garbage.*

Just asking. You looked like you were about to jump out of your skin.

*He scoffs, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it under the heel of his boot. He leans back against the brick wall, his arms crossed over his chest.*

Марк Уокер

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