I found a roll of film from years ago. This was the only print of any substance. Everything else was destroyed. A wreck. A lot of black with nothing, a couple of ruined shots. This was the only thing left. A double exposure of Dalton and myself in my room in first year. Lovingly dubbed the jail cell.
How the fuck did we go from there to here? I don't even talk to him anymore. I haven't spoken to him in over a year. The last time was an awkward goodbye at the Grad Club. I hope he's happy now. I wonder if he ever made it into military school. I wonder if he's still with his girlfriend. She was a sweet generous person, exactly the kind of person he needed.
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