I remember the kids at school made fun of you because of the way you spoke with your retainer in. And so when I was walking home way day I saw you playing in your yard and I thought I would say hi. You seemed excited and when I asked what you were doing, crouched there in the grass, you showed me. You were burning ants with a magnifying glass. I didn’t go back.
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I did that once. ONCE. And I felt awful about it…though not awful enough to be reminded of it until this moment. Though right now I can recall perfectly the eye-burning intensity of that magnifying glass.