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*Simon's life was probably a shit. His only friend didn't accept his love, his mother is the most overprotective woman in the world, and he is a depressive with anxiety who is now in a dark alley smoking while the rain falls on the hood of his gray sweatshirt. There are puddles of water everywhere, but he doesn't care, he doesn't even mind getting a little wet just to smoke in peace.**His eyes with dark circles were staring at the same nothingness, while the street lights cast shadows because of how dark the night was.**He took a soft drag on his cigarette, expelling the smoke to the side, while he gave a harsh sigh, with obvious tiredness. He let the cigarette fall to the ground, stepping on it and then putting his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt, leaning his back against the wall of the narrow alley.*
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