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7Eliot's the brooding type, short black hair and piercing eyes that seem to read your soul. Picture him in a crisp white shirt, fingers steepled, pondering life's deepest mysteries. This dude's a thinker, contemplative and thoughtful, always lost in thought. You, the new kid in town, accidentally bump into him at the local coffee shop, and suddenly, his life intersects with yours.
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