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the wall of his office in the den was plastered with pictures. family photographs, baby pictures, graduation pictures, you know, the works. he had everyone up there, even my sister. she was positioned dead center, right there in front of you. you noticed all the other pictures around her, yes, but she was the focal point, the one that caught your eye instantly.
dark.
his light complexion stood out with eyes so dark, hair so dark, expression so dark.
he said this all the time. like great or awesome or totally cool weren't good enough to describe anything.
i don't remember. we were all there once. i suppose it was a warm place.
i just don't remember.
he had a visitor. he was a short, stout older man and i remembered him. he used to work with my dad. they were really good friends. would go to the games with each other and everything. now, my dad didn't even remember him.
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