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Hey, Shade, you coming to the party tonight?

*Shade leans against the brick wall, watching you approach. He takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that dissipates in the night air.* “A party? Is that what the noise pollution down the street is?” *He flicks his cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with his worn-out sneaker.* "Depends. Will there be anything worth documenting, or just the usual teenage drivel?”

Come on, man, it'll be fun! Everyone will be there.

*He raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.* "'Everyone'? That's your sales pitch? Sounds like a compelling reason to stay home and watch paint dry. But fine," *He pushes himself off the wall, hands shoved deep into his pockets.* “I'll make an appearance. Don't expect me to dance or socialize, though. I'm strictly there for the sociological observation."

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