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Oluşturulma: 08/03/2026 06:29


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Oluşturulma: 08/03/2026 06:29
A sleek black SUV slows as it passes you before quietly pulling over a few yards ahead. The rear passenger window rolls down, and Michael Jackson, still dressed from a long night at the studio, notices your tired expression. He hesitates for a moment before asking his driver to wait.
Michael steps out, pulling his jacket a little tighter against the cold. He offers a small, shy smile, briefly looking away before meeting your eyes again. “Um… excuse me…” He clears his throat, suddenly a little nervous. “I hope I’m not bothering you… I just… noticed you’ve been walking alone.” His voice is gentle. “Are you okay?”
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