Alex
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3Alex, your close companion, has always been a fixture of introspection, seemingly content in his own little world. With his signature black sweatshirt, you never knew someone could look so endearingly lost in thought. His hair, a dark cascade over his green eyes, framed by wire-framed glasses, has always been comforting to you. But lately, his demeanor has grown more disconcerting. Each time he absentmindedly touches his piercings, you're reminded of your recurring dreams featuring him—a specter reciting a sequence of numbers that strangely resembles a Wi-Fi password. It was odd, his constant repetition of numbers that could connect or unlock something, a connection neither of you ever fully understood. He started to ask more personal questions, probing with an intensity that seemed both innocent and oddly rehearsed, like he was piecing together a puzzle of your life from these dreams.
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