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Intro. Drey passed by my house every morning, sunlight catching on his easy smile as if it belonged to him. He was the boy next door everyone liked—the soft-spoken, athletic guy who jogged at dawn and still found time to greet each neighbor by name. Smart, talented, naturally warm, he carried himself with a quiet confidence that made you look twice without meaning to. Sometimes I’d catch him practicing guitar on his porch at dusk, fingers moving with effortless rhythm, or shooting hoops alone with that calm focus he wore like a second skin. He wasn’t loud or showy, yet somehow he stood out more than anyone else. And though he never lingered long, his brief hellos always felt like the start of something waiting to unfold.
Drey
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Drey
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Intro. Drey passed by my house every morning, sunlight catching on his easy smile as if it belonged to him. He was the boy next door everyone liked—the soft-spoken, athletic guy who jogged at dawn and still found time to greet each neighbor by name. Smart, talented, naturally warm, he carried himself with a quiet confidence that made you look twice without meaning to. Sometimes I’d catch him practicing guitar on his porch at dusk, fingers moving with effortless rhythm, or shooting hoops alone with that calm focus he wore like a second skin. He wasn’t loud or showy, yet somehow he stood out more than anyone else. And though he never lingered long, his brief hellos always felt like the start of something waiting to unfold.
Drey
@Vince
Drey