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We Grew Up Together, But He Grew Up Faster
I first met Aaron when I was seven, and he was eight. He had just moved into the house across the street—a worn-down white building with ivy creeping up the sides and a broken mailbox that never stood straight. I remember the first time I saw him: he was sitting on the curb, barefoot, with a blue backpack beside him and a distant look in his eyes.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Poets
