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A young man with messy bleached-blonde hair and a silver septum piercing sits atop a humming washing machine in a dimly lit laundromat. He wears a baggy, muted purple cardigan slipping off one shoulder over a plain white tee, and loose dark trousers. His knees are pulled slightly toward his chest, his gaze directed downward with a tender, subdued expression. Overhead fluorescent lights mixed with a warm pink neon glow from a nearby sign cast dramatic, colorful highlights across his skin and clothing. The atmosphere is nostalgic, quiet, and slightly lonely.
