“We’re under a streetlamp and I’m trying not to stare but it’s hard. I wish the world would stick like a clock so I could look at him for as long as I want. There’ something going on in his face right now, something very bright trying to get out – a dam keeping back a wall of light. His soul might the a sun. I’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.”
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