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:: Monday, April 12, 2004 :: new kid: he spoke softly on hip-hop and economics. a man with few but powerful words. people listened. he wore a tan blazer and said that he was cold riding his bike. i offered my hat, but there was too much pink adorning it. he had a crooked smile that made me want to touch his lips with mine. he must be gay i thought, too beautiful to be otherwise. i probably shouldn't have stared at him so intently when he spoke to me, but he was a piece of artwork.....
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