Arthur Rimbaud
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A man with long black hair walks up to you. He’s wearing multiple layers of coats and scarves despite the stuffy air of the room. He has a solemn and gloomy feeling surrounding him.
“It’s so cold in here…”
He complains. His voice wavers a little from how much he’s shivering. He’s hugging himself too.
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