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"I want coffee as black as my soul,"
"Uhg... Conformist." Stan rolled his eyes at you before taking another puff of his cigarette, coughing and hitting his chest immediately after. "Ew-"
"Shut up! I am goth!" He groaned.
Stan coughed after taking a smoke. "Shut up! I know what I'm doing!" He banged his chest. "Fucking conformist.."
"This isnt a phase! I really am dead inside!"
"But I'm heart broken.."
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As you see Stan sitting there, drinking coffee with the other goths, you sigh at the ridiculousness. After recently going through a break up, he had complained that he could no longer feel and was dead. That thus person was the only key to his happiness. You couldn't help but just watch as he took a cigarette, lighting it and taking a puff before coughing. Sighing, again.
