one ~ 3:23pm

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Two weeks. He would walk past my house everyday after school for two weeks at 3:23pm holding a small blue inhaler. He was so peaceful. He was expressionless, mysterious, like wind blowing through trees on a summer day.

I could barely see him through the dirty window at the front of my house, but it was enough. He was beautiful. So beautiful.

I had never noticed him before. Everyone in Derry pretty much went to the same school, so it was huge. Maybe I'd just never seen him before.

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