“Haven’t you ever wanted to be someone else?” I ask. I expect the answer to come quickly. He’s a socially awkward genius, of course he must’ve daydreamed about being like everyone else. When he doesn’t respond right away, I look over and catch him chewing his bottom lip, seemingly deep in thought. His gaze flicks to mine and ensnares me. “No,” he answers. “As much as it has always sucked to be laughed at and misunderstood, I wouldn’t trade who I am just to fit in.”
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