recognition

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The car ride was more quiet today than its ever been it's like neither of us could come up with something to say but we both need to say something. We pulled into the parking lot and climbed out of the car, my head turned to the door and I swear I saw him and by my brothers face he saw him too. He looked different. His hair was longer than it was and he wore glasses which was different but his face was unmistakable. He looked at us both. I cringed as his hazel eyes gazed in my direction. His pace quickens as he walked to his car. I've always been told I look just like my mom. Is that why he was walking away?

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