Aidan looked up at me with big, mournful eyes. He had come to the city to escape the oppression of his small town world. His family and church had rejected him. I could see his loneliness in the way he walked, eyes downcast, slouching a little too much, as if his wish was to waste away. And believe it or not, he was. At 5’7, 97lbs I couldn’t believe he was still upright.
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