Affection // Michael Clifford
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Last published Mon, Dec 7, 2015
...The last bell rang, and I headed to the front door.
When I step outside I see Michael sitting on a bench.
His dyed red hair shielding his face as he looks down at his phone.
I walk over and take a seat next to him.
He looks up at me and smiles.
"You ready?" He asks as he puts his phone in his bag.
"Yep." ...
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