“I don’t make friends easily.” His throat moved slow as he swallowed. “Get picked on a lot ‘cause I’m skinny and read a lot. Mom tries to make me drink this chalky chocolate crap. Said it will help me gain weight. But I don’t see why I gotta change. The boys who are mean should have to change.” “I like to read,” I said, and he looked at me. “But I’m not as skinny as you.” His laugh was loud, and it made me laugh too. A few seconds passed and his smile started to fall. “The boys at school are mean?” “Sometimes.” “That sucks.” “I don’t let it bother me… much. It can be lonely, I guess.” My
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