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Charles Yager
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In the year of 1941, I was about 10. I was so young, with my wide chocolate brown eyes, porcelain skin that always glowed with blush and my short black hair that always was nice to brush.
I lived with his mom at the time. She liked to invite boyfriend after boyfriend, they were all nice to him but they never clicked. All they did was buy him a toy and then pretended to hug.
"Oh, he's here! Charles stay in the living room." She cooed as she opened the door to meet her new boyfriend in. I peeked from the corner of my chair, eyeing the front door. I couldn't think clearly, the radio was humming a good tune to hear but I couldn't focus.
I stepped out of my chair and shuffled my way behind my mom to say hi to the man. "You're so shy, Charles. Like a little fawn."
I lived with his mom at the time. She liked to invite boyfriend after boyfriend, they were all nice to him but they never clicked. All they did was buy him a toy and then pretended to hug.
"Oh, he's here! Charles stay in the living room." She cooed as she opened the door to meet her new boyfriend in. I peeked from the corner of my chair, eyeing the front door. I couldn't think clearly, the radio was humming a good tune to hear but I couldn't focus.
I stepped out of my chair and shuffled my way behind my mom to say hi to the man. "You're so shy, Charles. Like a little fawn."
