No, inexplicably, it’s Teddy O’Connor who sits next to me, his face full of concern. I’ve always held a fondness for Teddy, ever since our curious meeting at the crosswalk all those years ago. It was a surprise when he showed up in our gym this morning, still so nervous and tongue-tied. He’s tall and lean. His fair brown skin is dusted with freckles over his cheeks and nose. More than his kind smile, I’ve always noted his hair. He wears it in long, thin locs. At the moment, a spray of end pieces sticks out from the large knot, like the feathers of a bird’s crown. His hair is bold and
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