The first day of UA, Aunt Mae had woken him up with the camera flash, fresh squeezed orange juice, and blueberry buckwheat pancakes. She took his picture again when he ate breakfast and brushed his teeth, had their neighbor Mr. Kurosawa take their picture together outside the apartment building,

and ran after him with his scent patches when she realized he left them on his night stand.  He still wasn’t used to wearing them. He still had to wear the thick ones, the ones like those pads in packages of chicken at the grocery store to soak up any liquid, because he was shit at regulating his