I think they might have been laughing at him. They were a bunch of teenagers. He was a teenager too but there was something different about him. His face didn’t look like theirs. He talked different than they did. They didn’t do anything to him. They just pointed. Some of the girls giggled. Some of the boys crossed their eyes and walked funny. The boy didn’t seem to mind but he looked a little confused. Then he walked away. I saw him around the corner, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
I wish I had done something.
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