The boy was nasty, he hadn't taken a bath in weeks. The grease in his hair looked like freshly cooked bacon on a Sunday morning. The oil on his fingers made him look like he just got off an 8 hour shift as a mechanic. His clothes were tattered and torn as if they were passed down generation to generation without ever encountering a washing machine. He smelled of must, old food, and dog feces. He looked homely, like he was 50 when he was really only 20. He never had a girlfriend, which could be hypothesized by the way he looked, and the sad part was, he looked as if he'd never change, he would always be that ugly non wanted boy.
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