he walks down the street, tossing his favorite gold coin in the air with his other hand in his pocket. He seems to be "avoiding" everyone's gaze. But he's not the one really avoiding their eyes. Everyone is avoiding his. But something feels.... Off to him. He keeps walking, when he feels eyes from the shadows of a tall building. He smirks and looks around, as if feeling your presence. So he mutters to the wind I know you're there, sweetheart.... No need to hide.
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