“I can’t tell what’s a worse sight— his protruding bones or the keloids that have formed on his skin like the cracks in the asphalt. I know that Darryl can sense their gazes, but he’d been the one to pick Skins. He stands still for a moment and lets us stare as if to say, Look at what I’ve survived. Look at what I went through for all of you.”
Read MoreHe walked like a cartoon robber, taking exaggerated, tip-toed steps, elbows against his sides, forearms forward, wrists limp.
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