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Aug 2014
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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