He shuffled through a life less ordinary than most. Didn't feel the need to abuse
the gift with which he was born, he just lived because of it in his own solitude.
Comfortable and quiet, he walked the streets and when he thought he was seen,
he could flat-out disappear. Just like a flash from a disposable camera, he was gone
and away from the awkward situations of a social life, filled with it's status and faux pas,
the only person he need worry about was the one in the mirror. Not concerned with
social-acceptance and standing up to confrontation, he didn't give a care when deciding
colours, shapes, sizes for his furniture and clothing. He just puddled along under his own
banner.
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