“Well, that makes you one of very few.” I exhaled a shaky breath. “I was hated growing up, Johnny! Seriously hated. Nobody wanted to play with me. Nobody wanted me on their team in P.E., or to sit with me in class, and I was never invited to the other children’s birthday parties. I was constantly picked on. For my hair. For my size. My clothes. My secondhand schoolbooks. The car my family owned. The terrace I came from. For breathing. It didn’t matter what I did or how hard I tried to get along with the other children, they always found a fault in me.” I shook my head and sighed wearily. “I’ve
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