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... begun to forget how to care about people like him.
He came into the world quiet. Not the screaming, red-faced kind of baby—more the kind that nurses and doctors had to check twice to make sure he was breathing. His mother used to joke that he arrived "already tired." She stopped making that joke when he was eleven.
School was the first place the shape of his life became visible. He wasn’t bullied in the cinematic, shoved-into-lockers way. It was quieter, more efficient. The other ...
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