Zeke

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There’s something different about me today. I’m sure of it. Zeke strolled through Chinatown, shoveling greasy noodles into his mouth with a pair of chopsticks. I feel like…like I can do anything. He glanced up at the clear blue sky, chewing thoughtfully. Like I can fly.

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