In the shadows of the alley, Barnaby slowly unbuttons his tuxedo and lets it fall to the damp ground. He stands taller, breathing deeply, looking at his bare yellow peel with a sense of newfound freedom. Raindrops drip from a nearby pipe, creating small ripples in a puddle. The camera stays static and low. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speaking on scr...
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