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Seth J. Warren reclined on the living room couch of the home he shared with his highly professional lover, ipod settled firmly against his ears as he read through one of his class text books.
The young man was finishing up his college classes, working toward a career in the early education field. He loved kids really, he could relate to them. Hell at times he still acted like one. He was highly creative and had a vivid imagination when allowed to let it roam.
A slender finger left the text on the page to tuck a wayward strand of wild, shaggy black hair behind one delicately curved ear, deep green eyes never leaving the words on the paper.
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