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“Don’t forget to wear your Walt Whitman eyes!” she screamed as he ran to the bus stop.

It was one of those directives that could have held many a meaning amongst the mixed crowd he was running through to arrive last in line behind other boarding passengers. He noticed a few turn back and glance at his face to search his eyes. All he could do was return an awkward smile.

That was how it all started, with an observation and awkward smile…