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James sat on the balcony to his penthouse, cigarette between his lips. He had a mug of black coffee in his tattooed hand and the newspaper in the other. It was a cold winter morning, and he had on an oversized sweater with jeans. His long hair pulled back into a man bun, revealing his tattooed neck.
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