I looked at the stitches on his chin. He had tried to fly off the kitchen table a month ago and there was no one there to catch him. “What is ‘hate’?” I asked. I had never heard of the word before. To this day, I am dying to remember what his answer was. I could have written an entire book about it. I wish I could say that I went home that afternoon and wrote a story about him....

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