Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

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About a thousand miles across the Atlantic, my best friend has grown a mustache and beard thing. He kept his facial hair in honor of No-Shave-November. He looks like a man. Like a grown up full adult male. I remember standing in line with him waiting for the bell to ring so we could go home. He said his favorite color was purple when he was eight years old. It forces me to accept that ten years really has passed.