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Apr 2020
I watched his eyes flare up like the life of a dozen young children were reflected in them.

I watched his gait change, and cycling through emotions he started to dance.

His shoulders drooped as mouth began to sag, and eyes glistened over with tears bridled.


He is my friend.


And I write this for him.
Hello, Magic-User.

October 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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