March 31st, 2012

In elementary school he put a flower in my desk everyday, and brought me a snowman when I was sick. Last night, I saw him at a bar. He looked the same, freckles, rusty-red hair and all, just now he’s filled out. He got injured in Iraq, a blade to his head. At twenty-two, he’s a retired war veteran.

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