There is a kid named Gideon in my Social Foundations class. The stuff that comes out of his mouth is the only reason I go to class. He says things I could never have the guts to raise my own hand to say, cause when I say it, it'll be wrong. But he's never wrong. One day, I will go up to him and ask him if he wants to get a cup of coffee and we'll talk into the night about Machiavelli and Descartes. Sometimes he'll be right. Sometimes I'll be right. We won't even realize that they're closing. Then I'll ask if I could read that one story he wrote, the one that everyone won't stop talking about, the one titled, "How To Fall Too Hard."
Today, I tried to be nice to someone that I've been kind of mean too. I didn't last very long. Sometimes, you think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not.
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