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People Change

November 23, 2017

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It had been a year since I had last seen him.

His wispy brown locks were parted to the right instead of the left, and there were indents on his cheeks as his chapped lips curved into what looked like a crooked smile. His jacket looked new - it was long and beige, a color he had sworn to hate on his life. And his hands, his hands, the ones that had always been warm and friendly, were shoved into the coat’s pockets.

People change.

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