Snapshots. That’s how he got up here. The green duffle bag had been under his bed. Already packed, though not well. How was he supposed to prepare himself? Not like college, where the unexpected was still vaguely expected. Condoms, bottle openers and loads of pens for the studying bit. Even when he moved into his own place, several blocks down the road from his mom; his books, his suits and the grey satin sheets that made him feel like the man he wanted to become.
But for something like this?
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