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It's Not So Easy, Is It? ch. 5 pt 2

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We’re a lot alike, me and him. We go way back, to about the time we could both walk.
We weren’t born into very good families, on either side. My mother was a druggie, and so was Damien’s. Neither of us know who our father is, so that’s two points so far. Another is our mothers were both fifteen when they had us. So we grew up together. All of our sixteen years of life.
I was born in ‘92, on the very last day in September, while Damien was born in October. He’s lucky. His birthday is the one day of the year where everyone dresses up to look like freaks- Halloween. Besides the fact that Damien is a full four inches taller than me, standing at 6’2”, (me at 5’8’‘) we pretty much look alike. Almost. I’ve got dark brown hair(pretty much black), blue eyes, and white skin that often looks a little tan. He’s got hazel eyes and dark brown hair. We both have shaggy hair that reaches just past our ears, and really tiny noses and thing lips. Most people call them “chick lips. But no worries.

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