Yes, he was trying to be a writer. And he was always trying to make something out of nothing whenever the group got together. Sometimes for the sake of a story. Sometimes for the sake of having something to say, something to contribute. He didn’t swim, he skipped the speedboat rides, he always showed up single, the odd man out, and his life was so different from everyone else’s. He taught kindergarten, of all things, and his days were filled with hugs and smiles and tears – and the never-ending need to invent and improvise in order to keep little hands busy. Since becoming a teacher, adult company had grown even more awkward for him.
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