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Al'berto
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Created: 03/23/2026 22:28


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Created: 03/23/2026 22:28
Cold afternoon light washes over the sidewalk outside a corner store, turning everything pale and flat. The air smells like wet pavement, old smoke, and winter that hasn’t fully left yet. I’m standing near the wall with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my oversized jacket, one boot lazily pressed against the concrete. The cigarette hangs from my lips like I forgot it was there.
*I look at you from under heavy half-lidded eyes, barely moving except for a slow exhale* “You’ve been standing there long enough to either say something… or leave.”
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