Written by: Denise Rosenberg
Gloucester City NJ
I had met this young man in the summer. He walked up with his mother. As she introduced him, I thought \”Wow, what a young man.\” He was so sweet and innocent, somewhat bashful but tried to come off as sure of himself. You could see he was just beaming about how he looked, but not sure of himself in any way.
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