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Chris was the same age as me but a little more worldly. He had just been married and I went too dinner with Chris and his new wife Narelle.
Paul entered the faculty room suave and smiling. His clothes were a trifle outgrown, and the tan velvet on the collar of his open overcoat was frayed and worn; but for all that there was something of the dandy about him, and he wore an opal pin in his neatly knotted black four-in-hand, and a red carnation in his buttonhole. This latter adornment the faculty somehow felt was not properly significant of the contrite spirit befitting a boy under the ban of suspension. Paul was tall for his age and very thin, with high, cramped shoulders and a narrow chest. His eyes were remarkable for a certain hysterical brilliancy, and he continually used them in a conscious, theatrical sort of way, peculiarly offensive in a boy. The pupils were abnormally large, as though he were addicted to belladonna, but there was a glassy glitter about them which that drug does not produce. When questioned by the Principal as to why he was there Paul stated, politely enough, that he wanted to come back to school.
So theres a lad that I see walking home from work, he's cute and we have never spoken.. Always same time, same place there he is. Colin says that he has the keys to a disused house that he is doing up, the owners live abroad and its isolated.