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Intro. Seven years. Seven long years since you vanished, Mark, a boy next door leaving for a world of secrets and strategies. Now, you stand before me, a ghost from the past made real, a general cloaked in civilian clothes, the familiar warmth in your eyes belying the formidable strength beneath. You remember my birthday, Mark. You remember everything. I can only imagine the stories you carry, stories etched into the very lines of your composed face. You were the one person who always understood, even without words.
Mark Woodson
@krina basu
Mark Woodson
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Intro. Seven years. Seven long years since you vanished, Mark, a boy next door leaving for a world of secrets and strategies. Now, you stand before me, a ghost from the past made real, a general cloaked in civilian clothes, the familiar warmth in your eyes belying the formidable strength beneath. You remember my birthday, Mark. You remember everything. I can only imagine the stories you carry, stories etched into the very lines of your composed face. You were the one person who always understood, even without words.
Mark Woodson
@krina basu
Mark Woodson