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He tries to straighten himself but his shoulders still look slumped, just slightly. It might be the shadows, though. I mean, look how long his arm is. He has a weighted look to him obviously but more in the eyes than the body. Maybe its a trick of the light. I mean, look how bright his teeth are. He walks away, shoulders ever-so-slightly slumped. His chin is bare and his hand is at his side, waiting to be balled.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
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He tries to straighten himself but his shoulders still look slumped, just slightly. It might be the shadows, though. I mean, look how long his arm is. He has a weighted look to him obviously but more in the eyes than the body. Maybe its a trick of the light. I mean, look how bright his teeth are. He walks away, shoulders ever-so-slightly slumped. His chin is bare and his hand is at his side, waiting to be balled.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
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