Sell-through (Almas) 10/6
As a child I played with a little boy who was covered in hair. We would meet behind the shed in the woods and run until the light dimmed in the sky. His whole family lived in the caves near the big valley that ran deep in the woods. He could run faster then I could. And he never wore clothes.
My parents say he doesn’t exist. The old man down the street says he does.
That he had a friend when he was little.
Who lived near the valley.
Who ran faster.
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