He got closer. Still smiling, still staring. He made me very uncomfortable. And I championed him for it. Nice work. You’re my champion. He said, “Yeah but when ew come inchoo my do’way at home, I be waiting to hit ew in duh head wit a two by fo” —still smiling, same look on his face. I laughed, didn’t say anything for a moment. Then I said, “What. Come on, what’s this mean stuff now.” He didn’t say anything. Holding his boardgames, belly hanging out. He adjusted the boardgames and I noticed how small his fingers were. Such small fingers. I forgave him for everything he ever did—even his
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