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Conan inna bar, juggling his soccer ball in a slightly cleared area. Over his head, off a knee, a foot, his head...he's just seemingly thinking really deep right now, as those who know him might be able to tell. "...I wonder how Rachel's doing...?" he mutters to himself as he idly kicks the ball up with one foot, then the other.