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met dylan, blond, at arts camp, was a cit, he was a counseler, beautiful, we taught improvisational theatre together, wore purple shades, laughed about keanu, ate lunches, told him about my dad, lost eyes, blue and gray, lived outside the city, serious, brooding, lone wolf, loved him for years, almost platinum, wore addidis flip-flops, a bit cruel, liked to surf, funny. first. 1997.
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