Will. Don’t know his last name. Sophomore in college. Curly hair, light and blonde, man bun. Lanky and soft voiced. At first you approach him and he may seem quiet and rushed to class. He says you can walk with him though, and you start asking him the interview questions for your religion class, witnessing to him in the process. You ask him about where we came from and he doesn’t quite know. Then you ask about the meaning of life, his purpose. His answers strike you sad. Depressing. You have walked across the campus and finally reach the building where he has his next class. You expect the conversation to be over but he doesn’t want to leave. He says he has a few minutes, and so you sit down on a bench in the cool autumn air, him tugging on his hoodie and shorts as he stares at the ground and tells part of his life story.
This happened to me.
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