He was always very polite, well spoken and sweet. He had a laugh that was contagious, and though he seemed happy, he always had that look on his face. The one of a hungry dog waiting for supper.
Supper has come, he's grown up, and these pictures speak volumes. He was that kid I passed in the hallway, the one who I sometimes waved at. Now we're grown up, the world is a different place, but we're still connected. Still active, still speaking out.
I'm proud to say I know him. He will do great things. One cannot dress this way and do nothing. It's against the laws of fashion and nature.
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