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It’s a bit like how my mother will always seem to have flawless skin to me. Flawless everything, really. 

My father is a very big, burly Thor-esque guy with leather for skin.

I insisted to my friend that this guy we know is much shorter than me. She told me I’m crazy or blind because he is definitely at least a head and a half taller than me. Come to think about it, I didn’t like him. He was mean and arrogant. I must have looked down on him and it turned literal in my head. 

I’d lost a couple of friends throughout my life. I can’t even conjure up how their faces look like to save my life. 

And there are one or two people I used to know. I see hints of them in every inspirational person I meet today.