It was a hot summer day. There’s been word going around the neighborhood; the rich kid was coming by the town. A 19 year old who began making music, then made a name for himself by it. You yourself were sitting outside a cafe. Then you saw him. The man himself. He gave you a smirk of someone who looked to smile for a living as he walked by and sat next to you. Not out of interest, of course. Out of exhaustion. What will you do?
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