The portrait shows a young man with dark hair and bushy eyebrows. A goofy grin spreads across his face, frozen in time. He looks young, younger than what his hairline seems to think at least. There’s a certain fire in his eyes, maybe a passion for writing and life, maybe he added too much hot sauce to his tacos. A certain kindness too, that one definitely not from the tacos. Your first impression of him forms in your mind.
You notice a corner of the portrait is chipped and peeled off, a glimpse of pressured handwriting behind it.
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