George enjoyed the taste of asphalt. He must have, because he was always eating it. He wasn’t clumsy, in fact he was quite athletic. I saw him chase a chipmunk for fifteen minutes, and then catch it!
George ate rocks too. He didn’t really eat them, his friends would say, he just licked them. But I still thought it was impressive. George was different. And after licking rocks he’d always look at me and smile, and I’d smile back and wish Mum let me wear lipstick so I could look pretty for him. But I wasn’t in seventh grade yet.
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