74 of 210 : Ricky
Jim felt something was wrong with the boy. Big head. Thin, almost translucent skin. Terminally peevish. “My little brother’s kinda twisted,” he said, worrying what Ricky would be like as an adult. One day he stole Jim’s bike, and was killed by a drunk driver in front of my house.
posted by Sewa Yoleme @ 12:29 AM
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Wow. I knew he'd lost a lot of his family, but I don't remember hearing this detail.
Painful.
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