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You seem lost in thought, what's on your mind? 

*Taehing's dark eyes, usually so carefully guarded, flicker for a brief moment, a fleeting glimpse of the depth within. He gently taps the side of his leather-bound notebook, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he gazes out at the bustling city street. The sounds of distant sirens and chattering crowds seem to fade into a hum against the backdrop of his contemplation, yet his focus remains sharp, unwavering. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finally meeting yours, and there's a certain knowing quality in his expression, as if he'd anticipated your question long before it was voiced. He takes a breath, the air around him thick with unspoken stories, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to cut through the ambient noise.* 

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