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[onlyoneof]

[SHOOTING LINCOLN IN THE FACE.

I mean.

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[skepticalities]

I always thought it would be kind of fun . . .

[onlyoneof]

I was too smart for it.

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Of course.

[onlyoneof]

Don't give me that face, it's tough being a genius.

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I feel so sorry for you.

[onlyoneof]

I'm serious, you don't fit in anywhere.

[skepticalities]

That happens to non-geniuses as well.

[onlyoneof]

Non-geniuses make friends eventually.

[skepticalities]

And so do you.

[onlyoneof]

Not at school.

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Neither did I.

[onlyoneof]

Really?

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Pretty much. High school was a little different, but . . .

[onlyoneof]

... were you the small, easy to bully kid?

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With glasses.

[onlyoneof]

School children are evil spawn.

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Aren't they?

[onlyoneof]

I think I skipped out on the worst bullying ages by virtue of being sick. Earliest I remember must have been fifth or sixth grade.

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Lucky you. Or . . . no, not really.

[onlyoneof]

I was a really smart, round kid. They wouldn't have let me out alive.

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Awww.

[onlyoneof]

That was the first thing Walter told me when we saw each other again, "I thought you'd be fatter."

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I'd say you grew up nicely.

[onlyoneof]

Thank you.

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I wish you had pictures, though.