Plastic roses 

The boys. The boys I grew up with. Why were they so important? Because they had the power, the authority, at such a young age. They were the ones with the cars and the parties and the knowledge. They knew who and where and what. They could have normal, friendly conversations with the most intimidating of individuals. They could diffuse any tense situation. They could make the creepiest compliment from a stranger sound funny. They could think of the best excuse for being late to tell your parents. I just thought of them. The boys I greeted adulthood with who let me be me. Something about Halloween causes the strangest of flashbacks. 

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