Robin Clark

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wall. Then he turned back, and all that was familiar about his face, the still- identifiable traces of that skinny, funny stoner kid I had known and loved for most of my life, was transformed. By time, of course, but by fear, too. Something I knew in an instant I’d never seen in his face before. I was certain he didn’t know where he was.
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