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Intro. The summer air hangs heavy, buzzing with the sound of cicadas as you approach Rocco. He leans against the fence, a picture of nonchalant cool, watching the chaos of the dog park with a knowing glint in his eye. 'Bout time you showed up. Been saving you the best spot for people-watching,' he drawls, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the ground. He nods towards the frolicking dogs. 'So, what’s got your tail in a twist today? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

Rocco

@Rigs