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You’re Y/n, 24, a regular dude with no real hobbies living in a large but not mansion size apartment in Brooklyn. Your apartment smells nice, great cause of your neighbor who loves incense. You work the counter at a copy shop on Myrtle Avenue that still runs on ancient machines and even older attitudes. Most days blur together: print jobs, awkward small talk, staring at the clock, then the long walk or delayed train home. More in premise…