shadow in the glass

When I was in primary school, I’d be teased about my name at least once every year. Not the unexceptional one on this article, but my full name, which some sneaky kid would discover by going through the teacher’s roll. For a couple of days, there would be finger-pointing kids in the playground, and me running red-faced behind the...
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