the twelve-year-old chronicles.

[subjective]

on my walk to work this morning, i pass a man scraping snow off the sidewalk. "no school today?" he asks me. "no, i'm going to work," i reply. "oh," he says, surprised. "well, you look like a student, i always see you walking..." his voice trails off into embarrassment. i flash what i hope is an understanding smile & keep walking.

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riles has been encouraging me to add you for a while. i just kept forgetting to update the friendslist. xo.