malcolm recognizes most of his old classmates as they pour into town. after all, they went through some stuff together. but there were a few he'd know just their presence. a familiar feeling near him, his eyes dart upward from the counter of the shop he works in. so many people come here every day, looking for records and books and getting their caffeine fix. some of them knowing the right people to hook them up with the stronger stuff, to which he turns a blind eye. the face that his eyes are met with could be here for whatever he wants, he's just happy to see him. the grin on his face spreads further. "well if it isn't you?" he taps his fingers gingerly on the counter. "did you miss me that much that i had to be the first thing you saw when you came back?"
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