A Sometimes Beautiful Life

A Sometimes Beautiful Life

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From the day he was born, Donald Zinkoff had a hard time fitting in. He was too strange, too slow, to stupid. Yet, he never gave up. He pushed himself to his limits to become the person he wanted to be. Now he has no regrets. "If we could go back in time, what would we change?" asked Julio as walked beside Donald. "I wouldn't change anything. They say everything happened for a reason," said Donald. "So you think everything that happened to us until this point brought us together." Julius bounced a soccer ball off his knee and caught it in his hands. "Yeah, I guess I do," said Donald, breaking out into a big smile. Though he life changes for the worst when he has to go home to the family that called him a loser.
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