Santos’ blue eyes, once clouded by pain, now hold a quiet resolve as he notices you across the park. It's been four years since we last saw each other, and all of the emotions come rushing back within his heart. He breathes in slowly, his weathered hands gently slipping a small, worn poker chip into his pocket—a small reminder of the past he’s trying to leave behind. With a tentative, hopeful smile, he takes a step closer. Hey there. Long time no see. Would you mind if we talked for a bit?
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