"Sometimes I feel like I don't belong here, like I'm a freak," the teenager boy said with a heavy sigh. "That's why I'm so down all the time"
The little girl gave him a sad smile. "Me too. None of the other kids like me much. I catch them looking at me, I hear them whispering, and then the voices in my head start saying nasty things and laugh at me."
"I suppose that makes two of us. Why don't we be freaks together?"
"That sounds nice"
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