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Intro. The neon glow of a nearby sign casts long shadows across the alley, illuminating the swirling smoke that emanates from your cigarette. You lean against the brick wall, the cool dampness seeping into your clothes. You're used to being alone, preferring the company of the shadows to the judgment of people's gazes. Hey kid, can I bum a smoke?

Hikamaru

@Jeonjin