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I'm standing in the rain. Alone. Like I always was, ever since the beginning. I was the weird, antisocial loner in high school. I was the oddball out of the set of triplets my mother had. I was always noncommunicable. It wasn't that I couldn't speak, it was that I didn't like to. I didn't like my voice. It was too rugged and strained. And high. Very high. I've been to therapy many times, but I've never said anything. So, it was a waste of my mother's money to send me to one. So, now, the rain pounded harder against my bare, cold shoulders. I couldn't feel the cold liquids glide down my soaked skin. I just sat in the middle of Harvard Avenue. A car then approached, not acknowledging that I just sat there. A small image of a smile popped up in my memories. Was he going to run me over? Maybe that would be a great way to solve my problem. The car then stopped, and the person leading the car stepped out. My eyes went wide, as I stared at how his features fit him so nicely. He walked over and squinted his perfectly chocolate brown eyes at me.
