quot;Im going for a drive.quot;  on.

    quot;Youre not going drinking, I ;

    quot;I may stop in for one ;

    quot;Dont be too late.quot;

    ell after midnigagger in, singing or muttering to epped on one of toys or barked ting, doors every ers, painting t from to listen. iting fatill dandling t test primitive draick , sitting do table for tea parties and t  read minds, I suspect  at odds  art corrupted me, made me less a boy. ise me for a neglected c grade on a test or essay.

    As rolley station one Saturday,  to engage and understand. On tball game beting Irisre Dame and Navy unfolded. One of teams scored a toucacular fashion.

    quot; t? Did you ?quot;

    I looked out tapping out  .

    quot;Do you even like football?quot; he asked.

    quot;I dunno. Its okay.quot;

    quot;Do you like any sport at all? Baseball? Basketball? ould you like to go ing someday?quot;

    I said not of being alone gun frig in t a fe miles pass beneath us.

    quot;s not t and day?quot;

    quot;I like music. And Im good.quot;

    quot;You are t, but ly, did you ever stop to try somet you knoo life t;

    If rue faternally disappointed in eful t  actually related. trees, and tion t I only appeared to be ime, I ;Ic nur meinen So; acles, and tom memory disappeared. I sensed Billy Day c on eart this for a son?

    quot;Im t Im starting to like girls,quot; I volunteered. ousled my  anotent  of my masculinity never came up again.

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