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He has a puffy face from the meds and his fucking lips are blue. He shuffles when he walks , as though his feet can only move 2 inches apart at a time. What is more upsetting is that he has realized I can not think of a single thing to say , and he is very kind about it. He says "it's good to see you" and he even means it. I bought in to all that S.E. Hinton Outsiders philosophy at a young age. You know, don't let them see you cry , Pony Boy! Do it for Johnny!!! I do not cry, but I could have. As he makes his way up the street, I can not help thinking he looks content, and I wonder if maybe this is a good thing for him..............
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