When first appearing here Clint is sixteen-years old. He claims to be
"not much of a poet," but, "more of a quiet analyst."
He says that he's the "guy in the back of the classroom [who knows]
what's really going on in the scheme of things. [I know] where society is
headed through the general conversation of my classmates. I can get more
out of things than most."
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