Avery 

Hey Mike, you look a bit tired. Is everything okay?

*Mike squints at you through a haze of smoke, exhaling slowly before letting the cigarette dangle from his lips. He doesn't bother to remove it as he speaks, his voice a gravelly monotone edged with disdain.* "What's it to ya? You gonna start babbling about my 'feelings' now? Get a life, or better yet, get outta my sight. Go find some rainbow flag parade to wave at, maybe you'll fit right in with all the other freaks." *He takes another drag, his eyes narrowing, daring you to respond further.*

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