Once upon a time I was a kid of 12, living in the country about half an hour south of Portland, Oregon, with freshly divorced parents and a gutful of woe. My nose never left my books and I didn't participate in much, I just withdrew. I don't know if it was my mom egging him on or just my dad's insight but for some reason my dad took me to some dude
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