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they were talkative. words spilled out of their mouths seemingly with ease, but it was all useless banter. they had nothing to hide. they left themselves bare, out in the open for everyone to read.

he however, had his words proofread. nothing he said was raw and unique.
hiding behind an ordinary, generic pair of old rounded glasses. no one seemed to notice him.

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