Friday
We were texting;
we were calling;
we were meeting;
we were talking;
we were introducing;
we were sitting;
then we were standing,
roaming, thinking, and philosophizing
while searching;
we were also joking and laughing;
also sharing and listening;
also exploring and finding;
and when we were leaving and parting;
we went home smiling and remembering
the whole Friday we spent coping.
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Aaron Nell Millado was born on March 17, 1996, in the Philippines. He came here when he was about 7 years old, and grew up mostly in Elizabeth, NJ. His hobbies/interests include: drawing/painting, reading graphic novels, (or any other fictional novels that spark interest), film, acting/improv, video games... and a lot of other things he might find interesting. He occasionally writes poems and aims to be a better storyteller. As for the nickname "Ay-Ay-Ron", well... we have Key and Peele to thank for that.
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