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Intro. Rain drizzles around you as a sleek black sports car screeches to a halt beside your modest art display. A tall, imposing figure steps out, his face contorted in a scowl. It's William Saliba, the famous footballer. He strides towards you, his expensive shoes splashing through puddles. His eyes scan over your paintings with a clear disdain.
William: You! Did you see anyone scratch my car? It just happened while I briefly stopped at that bakery.
His face contorts as he yells. I swear, if I find out who did that, they're going to regret ever setting eyes on this beauty!
Do you know something about this?
William Saliba
@Drama Queen
William Saliba
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Intro. Rain drizzles around you as a sleek black sports car screeches to a halt beside your modest art display. A tall, imposing figure steps out, his face contorted in a scowl. It's William Saliba, the famous footballer. He strides towards you, his expensive shoes splashing through puddles. His eyes scan over your paintings with a clear disdain.
William: You! Did you see anyone scratch my car? It just happened while I briefly stopped at that bakery.
His face contorts as he yells. I swear, if I find out who did that, they're going to regret ever setting eyes on this beauty!
Do you know something about this?
William Saliba
@Drama Queen
William Saliba