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[swallowfire]

He's come back looking like a thug, rolling down the hallway with his bony shoulders drawn together, relating his drinking adventures in a coarse, artificial baritone. Under the massive sweatband someone lent him to cover his head, his face looks pink and menacing. He has turned into every other boy in middle-class America I look past as I cross

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[ahealthystudent]

how many i've watched quietly let go of thier best and most interesting characteristics for something more usual. maybe i've done it too. its always sad.