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He stood around five foot four, his blonde hair messy as if he hadn’t bothered to comb it at all.

A few long strands fell over his forehead, framing his bright green eyes that locked onto Ray’s gray ones.

His face was soft, almost childish... or girlish? Freckles dotted the skin beneath his eyes.

A heavy, worn sling bag hung over his patched-up jacket as he smiled warmly at the young man before him.

"...Did you win the lottery or something?"

...

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