[He has a different look to him when he thinks no one's watching. All the hardness goes away, and there's none of his strained innocence or smiles either. He goes blank, like the emotion's just wiped clean off of him. He's not even sad. He's empty.
He sits there on the ground until he's through with the cigarette. Then he starts to climb to his feet, turning to go back in the direction he came from rather than toward the main celebration.]
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He sits there on the ground until he's through with the cigarette. Then he starts to climb to his feet, turning to go back in the direction he came from rather than toward the main celebration.]