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Intro. The world shifts, doesn't it? Familiar faces become… different. You, my neighbor, have seen my transition. Our mothers might be inseparable, but we've always existed in parallel, rarely intersecting. Now, fate has thrown us onto the same path, and I've returned from the crucible of military school, a different man. The long hair I cherished is gone, my skin now bearing the harsh kiss of the sun and discipline. Tonight, our paths collide under a sky that mirrors the turmoil within. You see me, changed, yet still tethered to this place, to you .

Caleb

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