He could hear them coming up the street, and this time he was determined not to miss it. The profane word that was shouted grated on his ears. Someone must have been walking on the next block down. It wasn't the profanity that bothered Jeremy, but the abrasive desire to disturb the peace. The dark gray extended cab pickup rumbled closer. Somewhere down his street, an confused neighbor was doubtless having an experience that Jeremy was familiar with. He hadn't really been picked on as a child, not like some of his friends had been. Those unfortunate enough to look or act different than the rest were ostracized severely sometimes, but Jeremy had long perfected the art of ignorance, or rather, ignoring. He had been very short until the last year of high school, being the youngest in his class year after year had been a source of pride for him, but also a way of being different than the rest. This was not always a good thing. Anyti...
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