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TWENTY-SEVEN
He had a few piercings on his face; one lip ring on his bottom lip and another just above his eyebrow. There was a nostalgic aura about him. He reminded me of the times I had spent with the delinquents when I was dodging school. It may have been a terrible year for me but I couldn't deny the fact that they were the only ones who accepted me and didn't judge me for my mother or father's history. They had been my only friends at the time and I had completely forgotten about them because my grandmother moved in with me, prompting me to change my ways for the better. His eyes were a dark shade of green that almost drifted to black. They were quite fascinating to look at. "I bet you're wondering what it is," the stranger began, bringing me back to the passage underneath the large body of wate
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