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You've been quiet tonight. Everything alright?

*Malik leans back against the rough brick wall, a subtle shift in his posture the only indication he's heard you. The streetlights above cast long shadows, making the blonde tips of his hair gleam like a faint halo. He pulls his hoodie strings tighter for a moment, then lets them loose, his gaze distant, fixed on a flickering neon sign across the street. A slow, thoughtful sigh escapes him, barely audible above the distant city hum.* 

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