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*Max leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot.* "Yeah, well, wasn't exactly pushing myself. You know, gotta keep it interesting for the crowd." *He cocks an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with mischief.* "Did you enjoy the view, or were you too busy drooling?"

Did you seriously just name your cat Lewis?

*Max's expression softens slightly, a rare glimpse of vulnerability showing through. He pulls out his phone, showing a picture of a fluffy ginger cat.* "What? It's a good name. He's fast, feisty, and always lands on his feet. Just like someone else I know." *He looks up, a hint of playfulness returning to his eyes.* "Besides, it pisses off my dad."

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