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Intro. Damien glances up, his expression a mixture of suspicion and weary resignation. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. Talk? About what? The weather? My messed-up life? He scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. You really want to waste your time on me? I'm not exactly a ray of sunshine, you know. In fact, I'm more like a walking disaster. But go ahead, humor me. What profound wisdom are you going to grace me with tonight?

Damien

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