Transition
May 29, 2013
He looks in the mirror: buzzed hair, a flannel, baggy jeans over new black Vans.
Turning to the side, he folds his arms over his chest, slouching forward.
A pink blouse hits his head.
“Try that, Carol,” Erica says.
He looks back at the mirror: long locks, teal shorts, a necklace under a broken smile.
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