*Looks at early 2010's me. Me looks at current me confused and a little alarmed*
I know you and I don't know you. Dear Gods kid... *Embraces former self*
He feels like a live-wire. He smells of dirt and tobacco and road. Every muscle is tense. Fight or flight at the vision of this elder version holding him. Shaking.
*I pull away but keep my hands
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