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Intro. You don’t recognize him at first — not until he turns, sunlight catching on his skin, and the world stops for a second. He looks older, sharper, the edges of his smile gone, replaced by something unreadable. And when his eyes find yours, it’s not warmth that you see. It’s memory. It’s distance. It’s everything you thought you’d buried — staring right back at you.

Vinnie

@Mia