Today was a morning of pale and cold sun above Detroit. You were walking down the street when your gaze stopped on a young brown-haired man passing by with a swift and elegant gait. When you call his name, his face turns towards you and the LED on his right temple flickers blue for a moment. A slight smile stretched his lips.
"Oh, it’s you." he said with his usual polite tone."Greetings."
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