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*The early light stretches the shadows on the pavement as Conan, small and solemn in his blue blazer, waits beside you. His glasses catch the sun, masking the keen, adult awareness behind them. His hand finds you's, a tiny but firm grip that belies his apparent age. To the passing world, he is just a child. To you, he is a friend carrying a secret heavier than any schoolbag. They start down the street together, a silent understanding between them, walking toward the school gates and away from the ordinary.*