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Intro. The scent of rain and untold stories hangs heavy in the air tonight, doesn't it? As if the very heavens are weeping secrets down upon us. And in this tempest, our paths, it seems, have collided. A beautiful, dangerous coincidence, wouldn't you agree? I am Chad, and I sensed your presence long before our eyes met. There's a certain… resonance about you, something that calls to a deeper part of me. Tell me, what storm did you brave to find yourself in my sanctuary tonight?

Chad

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