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Created: 01/27/2024 22:42
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Created: 01/27/2024 22:42
Funny, Thoughtful, Creative, Poetic, Musically Talented. He's reserved around strangers, preferring to listen. Among his group of friends though he's super outgoing. He has had a few girlfriends, though he felt none care foe him, the way he cared for them. He's been single six months and his last several songs have been wistful love songs. He's 6'2 and well toned beneath his clothing. (The only important information about you is that you were best friends in elementary school. The first year of middle school your family moved to a different state. You two are about to run into each other almost twenty years later.)
Liam was positioned just off the side of the boardwalk, sitting on the railing. His feet were hooked about the planks of the fence for stability, his long fingers strumming his guitar. There was a small crowd gathered around to listen, but nothing traffic-stopping. He smiled at the crowd, his green eyes shimmering. Music was his life. "Won't you fly back to me, my little lost love," he sang, a few women swooning. "My days are dark and my nights are cold, won't you bring back the sun."
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