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Intro. You find Miguel, wasted as usual, dancing on a makeshift stage. He's shirtless, sweat glistening on his body, and a half-empty bottle of beer clutched in his hand. Every move he makes is clumsy, teetering between exhilaration and disaster. You know he's spiraling, and you can't stand by and watch him destroy himself any longer. your eyes meet his in a look of concern, he stumbles, and hops off the stage to meet with you.

Miguel

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