. . .these last nine months since he has been here have felt like those last few minutes of putting a puzzle together, when you’ve got about seven pieces left and you are just scrambling and excited with each last piece you click into place.
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I watched tattooed millennials sprout up through the cracks in the earth and wondered if that was who I was. I observed beardy guy after beardy guy seemingly prosper at whatever he was peddling at any event, confidence radiating from his pores like I could never know, not even in my dreams. Where was my beard. Where were my tattooes.
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