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| At the concert that everyone puts on after the ball drops, Tim's mom read a poem Tim wrote in elementary school. No one knew this was going to happen, least of all Tim.. He just stood in the back of the room with Ryan, Jane and I while about 30 people laughed. Tim just stood there pulling stoic faces and trying to cover his face with the wine glass. It was awesome. It was better than showing baby pictures because Tim cares way more about writing than his appearance. Tim's dad went over and gave him a hug. His mom said, "We think his writing has improved since then." It was beautiful. | |||