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As he pulled on expensive leather pants, he remembered the time he tore a hole in his school pants; and his mom’s face as she tried to mend them once again. As he laced his boots he remembered the plastic that lined his shoes, and the way water would still seep through. As the silk shirt slipped across his skin he remembered the embarrassment of charity clothes and the knowing smirks of classmates, memories still sharp years later. Chris could dress up how he liked now, but would always remember. It was the way he knew how far he’d come.
As he pulled on expensive leather pants, he remembered the time he tore a hole in his school pants; and his mom’s face as she tried to mend them once again. As he laced his boots he remembered the plastic that lined his shoes, and the way water would still seep through. As the silk shirt slipped across his skin he remembered the embarrassment of charity clothes and the knowing smirks of classmates, memories still sharp years later. Chris could dress up how he liked now, but would always remember. It was the way he knew how far he’d come.
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Date: 2003-11-03 11:30 am (UTC)oooohhhhhh I love it.
so so *real* or something like that
words fail me like usual :o)
either way I really like it :oP
I love when you write Chris *g*
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Date: 2003-11-05 10:43 am (UTC)Thank you! I tried to get away from the obvious theme of dress up, so I'm glad you saw it as real.
I love when you write Chris *g*
I had the biggest grin when I read that. I love writing him, but feel very much the newbie. Knowing that you like how I write him means a lot. Thank you :)