| His hood is a question mark that never relents. It’s like a party that is never over. It’s like a relationship that ends in the water. It’s like a butterfly without any wings. It’s like a dark cloud without a silver lining. It is relentless and cruel, and nobody seems to know what to say. So I watch as he hitches up his collar and pulls it like a cowl over his head. I watch him disappear into his hole, knowing that no ladder will be there when he wants to come out. His hood is a question mark that never relents, and mine is a period- it never forgets. |












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an antique arms and armor expert
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